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Mine

By: mindlover



I hear the sound of the front door close and glance at my watch.

“Hi, baby,” I call out. “You’re home early.”

No reply but I hear the sound of your keys hit the end table and your footsteps on the hardwood of the dining room floor. No response… Hmmm… he must be grouchy, I think. Turning on the faucet I pour a glass of water and gaze out at the backyard. Just as I raise the glass to my mouth, I sense your presence close behind me. Before I can turn around, you’ve wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me tight against your body. I smile. Guess he’s NOT grouchy. I turn off the water and rest the glass on your arm.

“Hmmm… hi there.” I close my eyes and let my weight rest against you.

You nuzzle my hair out of your way and take my earlobe between your teeth, nipping it lightly. I tilt my head a little to give you more access. The feel of your warm breath against my neck is causing goose bumps to rise up and down my arms.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, all night long.”

“Oh god,” The glass slips from my hand into the sink as warmth floods my body causing my nipples to rise and my clit to swell. 

“I’m going to make you my little whore and take you in ways you’ve yet to dream about.”

“Holy shit,” I whisper as my eyes cross. I pull one of your hands up from my waist and press it against my breast.

“Hmmm… you like it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?” You squeeze and roll my breast in your hand.

“Yah,” I breathe.

You slip a hand down the front of my skirt, searching for my pussy. Running your fingers over my curls, you notice that my breathing is coming in faster, almost panting. You tease the dense curls just at the entry point of my sex. I moan, and rock against your hand, trying to lure you inside me. Giving into my demand, you slip a finger into my wet folds, stroking my clit and sliding into my entrance. 

“Ohhh… yes.”

“Baby, you’re all wet,” you whisper hotly against my neck. “Is that for me?” I nod. “Let me hear you say it.”

“Yes,” I sigh and press my ass against your erection.

You rapidly stroke my slick flesh, pressing two fingers deep. “You know what I’m going to do to you, babe?” I shake my head. “No? I’m going to do anything and everything that I want to… and you’re going to love it.” You run your finger over my clit and I gasp. “Are you ready get fucked?” 

Again, I nod.

“Say it,” you command. “Say, ‘Dakota, I want you to fuck me.’”

I moan, “Dakota, please fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”

“Okay, baby.”

Not letting me go, you keep your fingers inside me and walk me to the dinning room table, my insides clenching around you with every step that we take. Pressing my chest against the wood of the table, you lift my skirt around my waist and simultaneously unzip your pants. I hear the rustle of your jeans as they slide down your legs. Kicking my legs apart, you press your head against my opening and slam into me. 

“Oh god,” I cry out. Clutching at the table, nails searching for anything to hold on to.

“Oh, babe… he can’t help you now.”

I laugh a little but it blends with my moans as you take me from behind, hard and fast. This is my favorite position and you work it. You work me… hard. The sound of flesh slapping together and cries of pleasure fill the room. My moans are in rhythm with your thrusts, blending with the wet sounds of our bodies joining. You left my hips a little, giving you deeper access into my pussy. My face rubs against the table and I rest my hand under my cheek. You pound me into me, harder, faster, deeper.

“I’m going to come in your hot pussy.”

“Ugh,” it’s almost a grunt.

You press deep into me, touching my womb, causing a slight discomfort at the depth. Leaning over my back, going a little deeper, you whisper into my ear. “I want your agreement, baby.”

“Hmmm,” I murmur, barely able to focus on your words.

“I want you to do everything and anything that I say. I want you to… obey… me.”

Every feminist bone in my body rebels at the word “obey” but the arousal and desire that floods through my system at the idea of being in your control… of allowing you total access to my body drowns out their protests. You feel my agreement against your cock as my desire drenches you.

“Yes.”

“That’s my good girl,” you pull out then slam into my depths, claiming your territory and staking ownership. You fuck me hard, rubbing against my clit over and over until we come together: loudly, intensely, completely. 

Breathing heavily, you relax against me. I feel the pulse of your heartbeat deep inside me and answer with my own contractions. We rest for a moment while our bones solidify. I love the feeling of your big body surrounding mine as you lay onto of me but the weight of you becomes slightly uncomfortable, so I shift a bit. I moan as you pull out of me.

You slap my ass and then help me stand, holding my arm while my legs remember how to support me. You grip my hair and tug my head back for your mouth, kissing me deeply, claiming my mouth as you’ve just claimed my pussy. 

“Come on, slut,” you whisper against my lips. “I’m not done with you yet.” I move to lower my skirt but you grip my wrists.

“Naw, leave it as it is. I like the symbolism of knowing that I have total access to your body.”

I look deeply into your eyes, see the desire and intensity there and smile. There’s a reverse control in knowing how much you want me and I’m intrigued with the question of how far you’ll take this. We’ll play this your way, I decide without reservation.

“Walk to the bathroom,” you command me. You place your hand on my lower back; the subtle claiming has my blood stirring again, as you guide me in front of you. I’m extremely conscious of the fact that you’re watching my naked lower half as I climb the stairs.

I lean into the tub and turn on the water, making sure that the temperature is just as we like it. Then turning to you, I await your next instruction. I don’t wait long.

“Take off my cloths.” 

I stroll to you and slide my hands up under your t-shirt, my hands stroking over your skin, memorizing your textures. You lift your arms and allow me to pull it over your head. I lean my head into you and breath in your scent then lightly run my lips across your warm flesh, my tongue flicking out to taste you. A hum of pleasure reaches past my lips and caresses your nipple. You grip the back of my head and hold my mouth in that spot. You feel my smile spread and then my tongue as it again flicks out to stroke you. I take your nipple gently between my teeth and slowly apply pressure. I revel in the sound of your pleasure; in the moans that build deep in your throat. Kissing my way down your body, I kneel and remove your socks and shoes.

“Strip for me.”

A brief pause, and then I rise to my feet. Taking a deep breath, I slowly begin to unbutton the blouse that I’d worn to work that day. Your gaze is intent as you watch my flesh being slowly bared. Letting the shirt fall open, I slide it down my arms. Reaching behind my back, I unhook my bra. You reach out and stroke a finger between my breasts, measuring the depth and width of my cleavage. Your thumb slides over my nipple, stroking. You watch as it pebbles tighter, gets longer. Cradling my boobs in your hands, you lean down, in one long, slow lick, you run your tongue over my ultra sensitive nipple. You switch to my other breast and provide equal treatment. I let my bra fall off my shoulders, not paying any attention to it’s landing. You reach behind me and open the shower curtain. Sighing, I turn and step into the shower. You join me as I turn to face you.

“Wash me.”

I smile widely. “With pleasure.”

I turn and grab the soap and scrunchy… the feel of you caressing the cleft of my ass causes me to pause and moisture to pool between my legs. Turning back around, I begin to wash your chest, enjoying the look of the white soap bubbles as they appear across your skin. I run my hands over your shoulders and down your arms, across your stomach, back around your ass. 

“Turn around,” I whisper from a throat that feels parched. 

I run my hands over your lats, up the back of your neck and then back down your spine. Crouching down, I wash your legs, sliding the scrunchy between your thighs, lightly caressing your balls, back down to your ankles, over your feet. You turn around again and I’m face to face with your cock. Dropping the scrunchy, I use my hands to wash you, stroking you up and down, grazing over your balls and running my fingers through your pubic hair. Standing, I switch places with you to allow the water to wash you clean. I run my hands over you, making sure that no soap remains. I lean my head against your chest then press my body against you. Our bodies are warm and slippery. The feel of your erection against my belly is an aphrodisiac that fills me with anticipation and my nipples answer in response.

Kissing my forehead, you reach for the shower curtain. I watch bemused as you step out of the tub, wrap a towel around your waist and sit on the toilet. 

“Wash,” you command. I move to close the curtain and turn my back on you.

“No. I want to watch you. Leave it open.”

“But the floor will get wet,” I protest.

“Do as I say, babe,” you command as you reach over and grab an extra towel to throw on the floor.

I reach for the shampoo and rub it through my hair. As I step under the water, you watch the soap as it runs in rivulets down my body, pooling at my feet before it disappears down the drain. I then reach for my razor to shave my legs after smoothing conditioner into my hair. You watch as I place a leg up on the side of the tub to lather shaving cream over my skin.

“No.”

I look up.

“Turn my way. I want to see your pussy when you open your legs.”

I blush but do as you’ve asked. Squirting shaving cream down my shin and along my thigh, I set the can down and rub the gel all over my leg. You place your foot next to mine on the rim of the tub and gently press my foot further out. I shave that leg, taking care to expose my flesh to you as much as possible. Switching feet, I follow the same steps. I move to step under the water to rinse my legs but you stop me.

“You’re not done.” I look at you in question. “I want you to shave your pussy.”

I blush again… cheeks hot and flushed. Clearing my throat I ask, “All of it?” 

“Not THIS time… leave a little strip of hair. I’ll tell you how wide.” Leaning over, you place two of your long fingers against my mons, indicating how much you want untouched.

I pick up the can of shaving cream again and squirt gel onto my fingertips and spread it over the area you’ve indicated. You watch as my pussy is revealed to you… soft and silky. My skin is a pretty pink. Like the inside of a seashell on the inside and a lovely rose color that deepens to a dark purple when I’m aroused. It’s purple now.

You groan and I look up. “You have such a beautiful cunt.”

You watch my face as my fingers follow the razor over my lips, the slight inhalation and lowering of my eyelids. 

“What’s it feel like,” you ask, your gaze intense.

“Delicious,” I murmur.

“Come here, baby. Step close to me.” I move and you reach between my thighs, your fingers lightly running along my flesh. “Oh baby… you ARE sooo soft. I can’t wait to feel this silky skin against my cock.”

“Ahh… yes,” I rest my hands against your arms… afraid my knees with give out. “That feels so good. I’m so sensitive,” I say with surprise and wonder.

“Yah?”

“Yah… I had no idea it would feel like this.”

You stroke my skin for a bit, playing with my newly sensitive flesh and watching as pleasure crosses my face. With my eyes closed, I feel you measure the strip of hair remaining with your fingers.

“Good girl. You can rise off now.”

I turn back to the water and let it run over my body. It feels so different now, the way the water pools and the incredible sensitivity. I run my fingers between my legs. I can’t help the urge to spread my thighs wider and dip my fingers inside. I moan with a sound that comes out more as a sigh. You watch as I step under the water; the way it runs through my long, thick hair, pulling the conditioner through the strands to flow over my body. 

When I shut off the water, I turn and you’re holding a towel out for me. I bend over and wrap my hair in it. Straightening up, I notice that you’re holding the bottle of my body oil. I hold out my hand to let you pour it but instead you dump a bit into your own hand. You run your hands over my body, going back for more oil when needed and leaving behind smooth, oily skin. My senses are alive from your touch and adoration of my body.

“Thank you,” I smile up at you and pull the towel that you’re holding out to me around my body. I lean over and kiss your chest, licking up little droplets of water that are still beaded on your nipples. You cup a hand around my neck and pull my face up to yours, kissing me deeply.

I moan and laugh with a sparkle in my eyes. “You keep kissing me like that and I’ll never get dry.” You kiss me again.

Looking up into your eyes, my own lids heavy and half closed, pupils dilated. I ask, “Where to next?”

You don’t speak but take my hand and led me into our bedroom. Leaning over you kiss my mouth, running your tongue over my lips and slipping between my teeth. I reach my arms up around your neck, standing on my tiptoes. My towel falls unheeded to the floor. Smoothing your hands up my back, you tug on the towel wrapping my hair and it also falls to the floor. My damp hair cascades down my back and you bury your hands in it, angling my head to your liking. Your tongue plays with mine while your hands stroke my back. I tighten my arms around your neck in order to press my body closer to yours. I like the feel of your five-o’clock shadow against my skin and wonder what it will feel like against other areas of my freshly shaved body. Stepping back you look me over, your erection increasing a fraction more.

“Get on your knees, baby.”

I knee down, extremely conscious of the fact that my lips are bare and my heel is able to stroke it with slight movements. You notice me rock against my foot before I raise my head to look at you. Catching your eyes, I await your pleasure. Gripping your cock, your stroke yourself a couple of times, my eyes riveted to your movements; a small bead of cum forms on the tip. 

“Lick it off.” 

I lean over and stretch my tongue out so that you can watch as I stroke over your cock, swiping the bead off the small hole. You stroke again making another bead form. I lick again. You groan. I place my own hand on your erection and you let me take control. I swirl my tongue around you, licking like I’m savoring an ice cream cone, smoothing my tongue around. I suck the very tip, flicking my tongue over your opening. My intend is to tease and torment you, but you’re having none of that. You grip my hair, wrapping the wet, silky strands around your hands.

“Open your mouth. Take me inside.”

I open my mouth and take you, sucking hard and using my tongue to caress you. My head strokes you up and down. Repeating these movements, I reach a hand to your balls, stroking my fingers over them and lightly caressing them. I moan and the vibration resonates through your body.

“Oh yah,” you moan. “Do that again.”

I moan again… adding more vibration… humming. I stroke over you… in… out… in… out… again and again. You grip my hair tighter and press my head to you. I place my hands against your thighs to prevent you from going too deep and causing me to gag.

“Open your throat, baby. Deep throat me.”

I relax my hands and try to do as you ask. 

“Oh, yah… that’s it.” You thrust into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around you when I can but mostly allow you to take control. I use my hands to caress your balls and the small space between my mouth and your base. I squeeze the base of your cock, gripping you tightly, my hand acting as a cock ring. I moan deep, loving the feel of you in my mouth, the taste of you. Reveling in the pleasure that I give you.

“I want to come in your mouth.”

I pause for a millisecond and then nod my head, moaning deeper around you.

You grip my head in an unbreakable hold, angling it to your likely and thrust... thrust again. I tighten my lips around you, creating a firm ring around you while I stroke my tongue over your tip and along your base.

“Oh god, Alissa, I love the way you suck my cock.” You thrust deep and I feel the first spurt of your semen hit the back of my throat, I swallow. You thrust again, another spurt, another swallow. A bit leeks out of the side of my mouth but I keep swallowing as much as I can. A little more dibbles over your balls. Your climax is ended and I pull my mouth off you. Leaning in, I lick your balls… cleaning up what I’d missed. You take a deep breath and pull me to my feet.

Stroking your hand down my hair to the base of my spine, you ask, “Can I get you a glass of water?” 

I nod and smile at you, “please.”

Sitting on the bed, I wait for you to come back, my legs crossed. Handing me the glass of water, you sit next to me, watching me take a drink. You mind flashes to your cock in my mouth, the same mouth that looks so young and innocent now. With amazement, you realize that your cock is starting to harden again. You lean over and kiss me.

“Sit on my lap.” You pull me onto your thighs and I rest the glass on my mons, inadvertently magnifying my pussy through the water. You kiss me again, leisurely toying with my lips and mouth. You kiss the side of my smiling lips and chills run down my back. Inspired, you lightly run your fingers down my spine and I arch into you, giggling. You know that this is a sensitive spot on me and that I’ll always curl into you when you touch me in just that way.

“Thank you,” you whisper against my lips.

“You’re welcome,” I whisper back.

You press your forehead against mine. “I have more that I want to do you… with you.”

I lift an eyebrow. “Hmmm… yah? And what else would you like to do?”

“I want to tie you up. Then I want to fuck you again,” you roughly whisper against my lips.

I smile, highly aroused at the thought of being in your control, at your mercy… “I think that can be managed.”

You kiss me again, hard.

”Then I want to fuck your ass.”

I inhale slightly, my body on fire with arousal and my mind intrigued. 

“I heard that hurts,” I say.

“At first, baby… but your body will accommodate me… just like your pussy does.” You shift a little so that my legs part and slip your finger along my lips. “Hmmm…” you pause, distracted. “You are so soft, like incredible silk.” I moan and open my legs wider, giving you better access. You slip a finger inside me. “And so smooth... inside and out.”

I moan and then exhale with a whish. “Yah,” I agree. “Anything… I’ll do anything you want. I’m intrigued.”

Cupping the side of my face you lightly run your tongue along my lips and when I open my mouth to suck you into me, you nip my bottom lip. Slipping my legs over yours, you lift me back to the bed. Getting up, you go to your dresser and open it. I can’t see what you pull out but don’t really care because I’m admiring the sight of your bare ass. My mind is rolling over the idea of what you’re going to do and what’s ahead for the evening.

Turning, you loop three red, silk ties around your neck. 

“Get back by the pillows, sitting against the headboard,” you command, once again in control. I do as you ask, my knees together, concealing myself from you.

“Rest your hands at your side and open your knees.”

I do as you ask. My pussy is flushed and swollen.

“Wider.”

I open wider and you can see the sweet, milky moisture that pooled in my center.

“Open yourself.”

I lift my hand and using two fingers, I spread my lips so that you can see all of me, my small but hardened clit, the valley that leads to heaven and a slight glimpse of that very Eden.


Mine



As I drove to meet you, I remembered the last time we met. I was exhausted, but my mind was full of exciting images and memories for many days thereafter. We had reached a level of sexual energy and electricity that I have never known before. I was anticipating more of the same.

I parked and went in. I was anxious to have you again and had a nervous energy that need to be calmed. I had thought about every part of your body for days and I was almost desperate to touch and feel and taste you again. 

And as I felt you in my arms and I smelled your hair and you nuzzled against me, any senses that had been asleep were immediately awakened. I wanted you so much and I didn't think I could wait. There is a time for slow seduction and careful touches and sensual play. This was not the time for any of that.

I lifted your chin and kissed you deeply, my mouth open and hungry for yours. You met my aggressiveness in kind and we stood there in the door kissing and pawing each other like two kids, searching and exploring and getting to know each others bodies. My hands dropped to your ass and I cupped your buttocks in them. Your ass is so firm and splendid, and I felt and squeezed and pulled you tighter against me. 

"I am so hard for you," I whispered

You moved your arm from around my neck and reached down. Your hand rubbed my stiff cock through my slacks and your squeezed my shaft. 

"Yes", you replied. "I can feel you. And my pussy is soaked" 

I released your ass and slipped my hand up under your skirt and felt the front of your panties and rubbed between your legs.

You were wet, and I could easily feel the slit open and almost gushing as I probed with my fingertips. Your hand gripped tighter and your other hand worked to unzip my zipper, and then it reached inside to feel my hot cock. I moaned and kissed you again as you pulled my cock out. Both of your hands worked on my cock, squeezing and pulling and rubbing and stroking.

My fingers pressed against your silky panties as they pushed slightly into your pussy. Your legs bowed to allow them access as I probed deeper and massaged your hot pussy. Our hands worked in unison as we rubbed and stroked and massaged each other. Our lips pressed hard together and your breasts were crushed into my chest. 

We walked together in this peculiar embrace to the chair, and you started to sit and pull me down to you, but I stopped you and instead turned you to face the chair. I pushed your shoulders down and bent you over. I lifted your skirt up over your waist, exposing your panties. I pressed my hard cock against your ass as I reached in front of you to feel your breasts and play with your nipples.

My cock pushed hard between your legs and against your panty crotch. Your panties were almost dripping and my cock slipped and stroked against the silky fabric between your labis which were held tight by your legs. Your panties stretched across your buttocks and I couldn't resist rubbing you through them. I love that sensation of smooth softness over your hot flesh.

I humped you as I roughly handled your tits. You pushed back to me and urge me to mount you like some bitch in heat. You pulled your panties over and position my cock between your lips and pushed back again, your pussy consuming my cock. I hunched forward and drove my cock deeper into you, my balls slapping against your legs. We pulled away and then slammed back against each other, forcing my cock deeper inside this time...and I grabbed your hips and began to fuck you hard.

The fabric of your panty leg rubbed against my cock as shaft with each stroke. Your fingers were busy, flicking and rubbing and playing with your clit as I drove my cock into you with all of my strength. I felt that I must rip your pussy apart with the ferocity of my thrusts. 

My cock felt like it would explode if I didn't fuck you fast enough or deep enough or hard enough....and so I was wild with the need. I fucked you fast and slow and from the left and from the right and straight in, and I teased you with my cock and I rammed you and slammed against you and filled you with my cock.

You rocked your ass back to me, moaning and making guttural noises. Groans, and sighs, and loud "yesses" and "fuck me" words, begging for more, challenging me and provoking me...anything to make me fuck away at your hot hole. And my cock drove on with only one action and reaction..And we humped on into the evening, like some strange creature thrashing and bucking and snorting and flailing against itself.

I lifted your leg and held it up so I can feel your pussy lips surrounding and gripping my cock. I watched my shaft sink back inside you, out of sight and then reappear as it pulls your lips back with it. It shone in the light from your juices which bathe it. The air was full of the smell of sex and sweat. Our ears were full of slapping and slopping sounds and moaning and breathing and groaning and sighing and screams of rapturous delight.

Soon, we moved and I lifted you up onto the dining table and you lay back, folding your legs up and apart. Your pussy's pink lining shines as your lips lay stretched apart. And I leaned down and sucked your swollen clit and licked between your labis and kissed your open vagina. My fingers toyed with your lips and pulled them out stretching them even more as my tongue flicked deep inside you. I lapped out your cum and licked my lips free of your juices and dove back down for more.

Your hands were busy on your tits, pulling the nipples and stretching your tits away from your chest. Pink flushes covered your chest and your fleshy tits. You sucked your nipples in turn, scraping your teeth across them as you pull them away from your lips. Your head was lifted up so you can reach your tits and so you could watch me as I ate you. I looked at you over your mound as my face and mouth continued to feast on your sweet and giving pussy.

And when my face was soaked in your juices, I raised up and slowly worked my cock in you again. You were slick and open, so I had no trouble pushing my cock in. But I wanted to be slow and feel your every muscle and every little texture as my cock bottomed out inside of you. My balls rested against your ass and I stopped there and joined you in playing with your tits. Together we squeezed and flicked and twisted and tweaked and pulled your nipples. We cupped your heavy tits in our hands and gripped them and felt their shape and molded them.

And my cock sat in your pussy, throbbing and pulsing against your muscles which squeezed and milked my cock. And our bodies were all alive then as we were one.

I stood back up and braced myself again and begin to slowly stroke my cock in and out of you. I pulled my cock all the way out, and then let it push your lips apart as it reentered you and went back deep into your hot tightness. 

You lay still, allowing me to use your pussy in this manner. I continued my slow stroking for a few minutes before I realized I had quickened the pace. Then I resumed my fast, frenzied fucking. The friction around my cock had overwhelmed my desire to fuck you slowly and I was captive to my cock's wishes as it plowed you over and over.

You lifted your pelvis up, offering your pussy to my insatiable cock. Your legs were back and pulled up almost over your head as I fuck you harder and harder. You slid back and forth on the table, moved under the force of my cock thrusts. I grabbed you and dragged you back to the edge so I could continue my assault. My legs were tired but I couldn't let you go.

I pulled you off of the table and again bent you over, so your upper body rested on the table. I rammed my cock in again, and began to fuck you roughly. I slapped your ass and then I grabbed your panties and tore them off of you. The legs of your torn panties dropped down around your ankles.

My hands spanked your ass with every thrust. Your cheeks were soon pink and I could see my hand prints when I slapped you. You bucked against me and screamed with every blow. And I knew you wanted more. I spanked your buttocks harder until my hands sting from the blows. And you reared your head up and looked back at me as I fucked you and spanked you.

I reached forward and grabbed your hair in my hands and pulled your head back and up as I fucked you. Every time you leaned down I jerked your hair and pulled your head back up. I held you tightly, so your body was almost straight up as I reamed your pussy. Fucking your pussy hard ....slapping your ass....pulling your hair....I was in control of you and using you like my bitch...for my pleasure....for my needs.....for my desires.....

Your eyes were wet and glazed as I wracked you. You had given in and over to me now and you knew that submission. You knew you are mine. You knew you are for my use. And you melted under that knowledge and were content to be there where you should be....controlled and taken.

I pumped you more until I was ready to cum and then I drove my cock deep inside once more and I shot my cum as far into you as I could. I massaged your red buttocks as my balls emptied. When I was finished, I pulled my cock out and dried it on your skirt and then pulled your skirt back down into position and helped you straighten up.

"Shower and get cleaned up," I ordered. "I have more plans for you, slut."

You looked at me surprised, for I had never addressed you in that manner. 

"Yes Master," you replied as you walked to the bedroom. 

After awhile, I went into the bedroom and found you dressing. I sat and watched for a few minutes, but didn't like your choice of clothes, so I went to you and started taking your clothes off. You stood quiet as I removed them and threw them on the bed. 

"Put on something more sexy and whorey." 

You looked puzzled for a second and then a smile crossed your face and you went to your dresser and removed a garter and stockings and matching panties and bra. You held them up for my approval, and then began to dress. I found a dress in your closet and put that on the bed for you to wear and then went back to the living room.

You came out a few minutes later. 

"Show me." 

You walked across the room and then turned and came to me and stood there.

"Lift your dress." You pulled your dress up slowly until I could see the crotch of your panties and the top of your stockings. I felt my cock stir as I looked at you. 

"Come closer."

You moved to me and I reached between your legs and ran my fingers under your pussy and felt that it was wet and had started to seep into your panties. 

"Does this excite you bitch?" I asked. 

"Oh yes," you replied, your voice trembling a little.

I rubbed your pussy harder and I began kissing you hard, grinding my mouth on yours and licking your open mouth with my tongue. My fingers pressed hard against your mound. I began to roughly finger fuck you through your panties. You squirmed as I curled my fingers into your cunt and pushed them hard into you. You gasped at the ferocious nature of my play.

I grabbed your hair again and pulled your head back and I kissed and sucked your neck, leaving little wet bite marks across your throat. You stood limp, afraid to move and unsure about what you should do. 

Once I felt your submission, I stopped and stood back. 

"Pull your dress down. What are you, some kind of whore that wants men to see your panties?" 

"No." 

"I think you are. And your wet pussy proves it. Now for lying to me I think you need to be taught a lesson."

We left the house and drove to a club downtown. It was full of couples and many singles. I spotted a table across the room near the dance floor and took you to it. I seated you so that you faced to room and the floor. The waitress took our orders and I looked at you and smiled.

"I want you to slowly let your skirt ride up so that the people in front of you can see your legs".

I saw you shift in your chair and turn slightly as you complied. We sat and drank for a few minutes. I turned to survey the room and saw that you were being watched with great interest.

"Show more" I commanded. 

Without hesitation, you slowly pulled your skirt up higher. I leaned over and looked under the table. I could see the top dark bands of your stocking tops and a dark valley under your skirt. 

"More", I ordered. 

You again slowly pulled up on your skirt and when I looked again, I could see the little white triangle of your panty crotch showing.

My cock was hard now. I looked into your eyes and I could tell you were excited. 

"Slip your shoe off and rub my cock with your foot", I said. 

Soon I felt the soft ball of your foot between my legs as you pressed and rubbed it against my cock. My cock throbbed and fought against the restraint of my slacks, wanting to be free. You continued rubbing and I could hear your breathing now.

I looked under the table again and I could see your legs spread wide as your foot kept rubbing my cock. I was certain everyone in front of you could see your cunt spread out between your legs then.

I pushed your foot away. 

"Go to the ladies room and remove your panties." 

You stood immediately and with shakey legs walked away. I turned to watch as all eyes were on you as you walked by them. Your voyeurs then talked among themselves about you. You soon returned and I know you could feel their eyes burning into you as you again passed by them. You sat down and opened your purse to show me your panties.

"Good. Now show them what a slut's cunt looks like."

Your body moved and I could almost feel the heat from you as you parted your legs and soon sat spread open for all to see your open cunt. I got up and went to the mens room, but instead, I stood back and watched without your knowledge as you lowered your hand under the table and began to slowly rub your pussy. All other activity had ceased in front of you as everyone sat mesmerized by you.

Couples moved closer together. Men sat quiet and stared, and some women craned their necks for a better look too. My cock was about to burst when I started back. When you saw me coming, you quickly pulled your legs together a little and moved your hand back above the table.

I didn't mention what I had seen, but instead we made small talk and finished our drinks. 

"Do you want to stay or leave?" I asked. 

"I would like another drink, please if you don't mind" you replied. 

I laughed and called the waitress over. So you were enjoying this, I thought.

After a few more minutes, I tired of the game, besides I had other things in mind for you. I paid the check and we left. It was quiet as we walked past all of your admirers. I helped you into the car and as you swung your legs in, I easily saw your pussy, wet and red from excitement. When I got in, I reached over and ran my fingers between your legs and stuck them easily into your pussy. You were so hot and soaked. Your pussy was slick and ready.

I drove back to the house and we went inside.

As soon as the door closed, you came to me and kissed me passionately. Your body pressed against mine and you rubbed hard against me, grinding your crotch against mine. I pulled back a little. 

"So you found our little game exciting, huh?" 

"No" you replied, "I just want you to make love to me."

"I think you are turned on by being a slut back there. Admit it." 

"No. I didn't like it at all. I was embarrased and only did it because you asked me too."

"You are a lying cunt" I said as I pushed you back. 

"Don't call me that" you screamed as you slapped at me. 

I grabbed your hands and held you. You kicked at me and I kicked your leg away and laughed. "You better calm down, or I will have to restrain you" I said as I started to drag you to the bedroom. You fought me as I moved you to the room and then threw you onto to the bed.

You looked at me surprised and with fear in your eyes. I loved it. You started to get up and I pushed you back down. You glared at me and started to get up again. I threw you back down and I climbed on top of you. I held your arms and pushed your legs apart with my knees. My body held you down and you were unable to move. I believe this was the first time you ever realized that I now controlled the situation.

After a few failed attempts to become free, you stopped struggling and I said "Ok, stay calm now. If I let go of your hands don't hit me. I want you to stay still." 

You did not respond, so I released your hands and started to get up. You kicked and swung at me again.

I pushed you back down and slapped your face twice to make you realize I was serious. Your eyes were wide open and you started to cry. 

"Shut up. I am not going to hurt you. I just want you to be still and stop fighting me. You need to be taught to obey me and that's what I intend to do now. To teach you. The sooner you submit to what I want, the easier it will be for you."

"Fuck you" you replied. 

I lay down heavy on you and pushed your legs further apart with my knees and pressed my hard cock against your bare pussy. I held you arms back and over your head. I moved one arm over so I could hold both with one hand. My free hand reached down and unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. It now was against your pussy. It jerked and throbbed from the excitement. I was able to shift my body enough to position the head between your lips. When I felt my cock at the opening to your pussy, I thrust my hips forward and entered you.

You tried to move away, but I held you down and as you fought, I began to fuck you. You pulled your legs together and tried to roll over, but were unable to, and I started moving my hips faster. You stopped stuggling and lay still as my cock filled your pussy. Despite your protests, your pussy was hot and dripping juices, so I knew you liked my cock in you, and may even have liked my rough treatment.

I released your hands and shifted my weight as I began to fuck you harder. You pulled your legs apart and your hands reached for my legs and your pulled me against you as I fucked you. We rocked and moved together and my cock was so hard and full inside you. You were now eager for me to continue fucking you. All resistance was gone.

Suddenly I stopped. I got off of the bed, and told you to lie still, and that I would be right back. I left the room for a few minutes.

I decided that this would be the time to continue taking you over. I looked around for some items I would need. I ripped 4 sashs from your drapes, and found 4 scarves in your dresser. I showed you what I had and moved to your right hand. I pulled it to me and looped the sash cord around your wrist. I left it loose as I tied it to your bedframe, so you wouldn't feel threatened. I let you believe this was just a little sexual game...a pretend game and fantasy. 

You willingly gave me your other wrist and I tied it the same way. I moved to the foot of the bed and secured your ankles also. Then you struggled to see if you could escape. I knew you weren't trying too hard. I went back to the first cord and tightened it so there was no slack. I redid the other cords and I was satisfied that you were securely held down and spread out.

Next, I folded a scarf over a few times and then tied it over your eyes, blindfolding you. I pulled it down so you couldn't see under the bottom of it. I stood back then and looked at you. I pulled your skirt up to your waist and I unbuttoned your top and pulled it open and raised your bra above your tits. Now you were still clothed, but your cunt and tits were exposed and vulnerable....and available.

"Do you want me to release you?" I asked.

"No. Not until you finish fucking me", you answered. I laughed. "I don't plan to fuck you now. I am going to watch tv for awhile." 

You struggled briefly and then said "OK, playtime is over. Let me loose."

I couldn't hear you as I walked away, leaving you lying there.




Mine



After a few minutes, I changed my mind and went back to the bedroom. You were still as I left you. I pulled my cock out and stroked it hard then I moved beside you and played with your tits and rubbed my cock against your nipples. 

You squirmed and said in a soft tone "Please release me so I can suck your cock."

I ignored your request and started slapping your tit with my cock as my fingers opened your pussy. Your hips moved as I stuck my fingers inside and moved them around in you. Your pussy was hot and wet soon, and I climbed on the bed and sank my cock deep in you. 

You shifted your weight against my cock as I fucked you hard, but I was not satisfied with the feeling, so I grabbed a pillow and lifted your ass up and placed the pillow beneath. This elevated your pussy and changed the angle slightly and my cock was soon deep inside you again.

UMMMM, I loved the way your pussy felt around my cock. So tight, and wet and hot. And as I looked at you restrained and helpless, I became even harder and I plowed into your pussy with a lust and desire to fuck you that I hadn't felt in a long time. 

My cock was relentless as it rammed into you..over and over and over. I didn't hold back when I felt my cum boiling up and I just kept fucking you as I shot load after load of hot cum in your cunt. When I was finished, I got up and wiped my cock off on your bedspread and left the room.

About an hour later I went back in and you were eager when you heard me come in. 

"May I get up now, please?" you asked. 

"No. I am not through with you yet", I replied in my best manner-of-fact tone. 

I felt your pussy and played with it for a couple of minutes, and I amused myself by slapping your tits a few times, but that was pretty boring. I left the room in search of something new.

I soon came back with some decorative rope and a zuchini squash. You were blind to everything and you strained to hear anything that would reveal my plans to you. I took your left tit and started wrapping the rope around it and I pulled it tighter as I constricted your tit into a conical shape. 

Your nipple was hard and red as I tied the rope. Your tied tit now stood up under the binding, while your free tit lay against your chest. I moved to the other side of the bed and bound your other tit the same way. Now they both stood straight up in the rope restraints. I made sure the ropes weren't too tight, so they wouldn't do permanent damage. I rubbed the squash across your chest and teased your nipples. the coldness caused you to flinch as it touched your warm flesh. 

I moved it across your chest and neck and then across your chin. I traced your cheeks and when I placed it to your mouth, I started to push it between your lips, but your mouth was closed. 

"Open your mouth" I commanded. 

You did not. 

"Open your mouth" I commanded again. 

No movement. 

I took my hands and pried your lips apart and screamed "Open your fucking mouth...NOW". You immediately opened wide.

I stuck the squash in your mouth and left it there, protruding about 3 inches inside. I moved down to your pussy and started flicking your clit. You began to suck the squash deeper between your lips and then attempted to push it back. I watched as I continued to tease you.

I took the squash then, and pushed it into your cunt. I fed it in until you had at least 9 inches up your cunt and I rotated it a few times. You moaned and groaned as I moved it and I could see your juices running out from the excitement. I pulled it back and fucked you with it for a few minutes. You screamed and bucked as you reached orgasms from this play. I pushed it back inside and left the room.

When I returned, I began to take pictures of your cunt with the squash sticking out and of you spread and bound, and your tits tied and swollen red. I was careful not to show your face, but I was also careful to capture every other detail of this scene.

I left you there again and went to make a few phone calls. I then returned and pulled the squash out. Your muscles had tightened around it, so I had to pull a little to remove it and when it popped out I could hear a soft sucking sound. I rubbed your pussy again for a minute, and then took my slacks off again.

I took the scarfs and tied them in knots and pushed them up into you and when you were full, I slowly pulled the scarfs out. You twitched every time a knot passed between your lips.

When the scarf was out I opened your pussy and held your lips apart. You immediately started bracing yourself. I crawled between your legs and pushed my cock back in with one movement, and started fucking you hard and fast.

I wanted to use you again. It was thrilling to see you there helpless as my cock worked on you and pumped your pussy. I fucked you hard for about a half hour and when I felt close, I pulled out and moved beside you. I rubbed my cock on your bound tit and across your hard nipple and then I stroked it a few times before I shot all over your chest and tits and neck.

I rubbed my cock on your face as my last spurts drained out. I spread the cum over you with my cock, and left to get a drink.

Over then next hour, I fucked you with your toys and with three fingers,and again with my cock. When I was tired of this game, I showered and dressed and released your restraints. 

You lay unmoving. I got a warm wet cloth and cleaned the dry cum off of you. I released your breasts and caressed them gently, and then covered you with a blanket, and you fell asleep.

When you woke up, you never mentioned the time spent captive. It was two days before you said anything about it. 

"Would you tie me down and use me again if I displease you?"

"Yes," I answered. 

I could see from your expression, that you were planning something.



Mine



It was getting dark and she still had not found a place to stay. A rest area was coming up. She pulled in and parked near the facilities building. She locked her doors and reclined her seat to try for a few hours of sleep. She dozed off. A sudden noise jerked her awake. Fog had settled and she could see nothing except a dim glow from the building. She settled back. Again, she heard a noise. She opened the window just a little. She heard nothing. No cars. No night noises. Just silence. She got out of the car and walked toward the dim glow.

A large shape materialized out of the fog. She found herself looking up into night black eyes. Long silver hair framed an inhumanly handsome face and swirled around massively muscled shoulders. She realized then that he was naked. And aroused. His erection was as long as her forearm and as thick. The fist sized glans gleamed in the dim light. She could feel the heat coming off of his body. He was very close to her. She could smell his scent. Fire and metal. And passion. 

Unable to stop herself, she stripped. The black eyes gleamed and the huge penis seemed to swell larger. She was alone and had no one. He fascinated her. She touched he massive organ in front of her. Heat. Softness. Steel. His large hand closed on her wrist. He pulled her closer to him until their bodies touched. Her nipples hardened with sudden arousal.

His kiss was soft and hungry. She yielded to it, leaning against his hard, hot body.

“Mine,” he whispered as he stroked her breasts, teasing her hard nipples. And he smiled at her. She knelt slowly in front of him to taste him. She kissed the burning tip of his penis. Then she licked and kissed the thick shaft. A small drop of fluid appeared at the tip. She licked it away, tasting him. Then she sucked on him, taking as much as she could into her mouth. She heard him sigh, then felt him swell and climax. She eagerly swallowed his fiery ejaculate, feeling the fire pour into her, arousing her more.

He raised her up, then lifted her so her breasts were at his lips. First one, then the other was kissed and gently bitten. She arched to his lips, her body quivering at the heat he caused in her. She felt his huge erection at her clitoris. She moaned softly. He found her opening and pushed. The burning tip began to expand her. She moaned again. He kept pushing, allowing her weight to help him impale her. Wider and wider. He was beginning to hurt. She shivered as the huge glans pushed and pushed and finally entered her. She felt completely filled yet knew he had just begun to penetrate her. Slowly, he impaled her, pushing deeper and deeper into her. She was trembling, moaning, as his monstrous erection inched deeper into her. He was so huge that the hot friction of his slow penetration hurt her, yet the pain was also stimulating her.

A sudden climax shuddered through her, intense spasms that left her breathless. What control he had vanished as her orgasm massaged his hard penis. With a low growl, he shoved her down and thrust upward, forcing his entire monstrous erection completely into her as her climax throbbed around him. She jerked and shrieked as the sudden pain intensified her orgasm. He dropped to the ground, his heavy body on top of her. He began thrusting savagely deep and hard into her. She thrashed and screamed in pain that was rapidly becoming pleasure. She arched and climaxed again. His thrusts increased as she bucked under him, her hips rising to his. Her orgasm increased. Suddenly, he jerked hard against her. His penis swelled and pulsed his fiery ejaculate deep into her. She arched and shrieked as the burning river flowed into her, fueling her orgasm and pushing her to ecstasy. 

He laid heavy on her limp body, savoring the feeling of her under him, around him. “Mine!” His whisper was determinedly possessive. She caressed his silvery hair as she gazed into his burning black eyes. “Mine,” he whispered again. His huge penis was still steel hard in her. She writhed under him just to feel his skin rub hers.

“Yes,” she whispered in reply. “Yours.” 

The night black eyes blazed with triumph. And lust. He began moving in her again, long, slow thrusts that soon had her moaning and writhing. He kept up the long slow movements making her frantic for release. He was arousing her to mindless need. She never knew how long he kept her on the edge. She only knew she wanted him to keep moving in her, to give her climax again and again. He finally thrust hard into her, brining her to the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced. She convulsed in hard orgasmic spasm until she fainted. 

He slowly withdrew from her unconscious body. She still throbbed and quivered as he pulled out of her. He stroked her body and lifted her in his arms. Even unconscious, she settled against his hard, hot flesh. He held her tighter. The fog was beginning to dissipate. He wrapped it tighter and tighter around them.

When the sun came up, the rest area was deserted. A routine stop by the highway patrol found her unlocked, empty car. The follow up search found her clothes. And nothing else. There were no signs of struggle. Her clothes were not torn. There was no blood. Scent dogs tracked her to a spot in the grass. The trail stopped there. 

In another place, she stirred and woke up. She was lying in his arms, cradled against his massive chest. She smiled up into his gleaming black eyes. He laid her down and moved over her. His immense penis had already swelled to monstrous proportions. She stroked the steel hard, burning shaft, humming with pleasure. “Mine,” she whispered. She almost laughed at the surprised look in his eyes. Then he kissed her, soft and hungry. He pushed his massive erection slowly into her. She moaned softly, writhing against him as he penetrated completely into her.

He pushed hard against her. “Mine,” he growled as he kissed her hard, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. She yielded to him, clutching him tight.

“Yes,” she moaned.

He began thrusting hard into her, devouring her screams with his fierce kisses, as she thrashed under him. She arched in climax, her body convulsing hard around him. He took her until her climax was constant. Then he pulsed his massive climax into her, filling her with his fiery ejaculate. He paused, allowing her orgasm to fade. She laid limp and quivering under him. “Yours,” she whispered, “forever.”

“Mine,” he agreed softly as he again began thrusting hard into her. He took her to constant, exquisite orgasm, pulsing his fiery ejaculate into her again and again. And he kept her there. Forever.



Mine



Mine he thought as he watched his prey from the shadows. She was perfect. She was everything he had been looking for. She was no great beauty, but she was pretty nonetheless. She stood about 5’6”, and weighed around 120lbs. Her body was amazing with its tiny waist; small but pert breasts, and the roundest, juiciest ass he had ever seen. Her skin was as dark as mahogany and looked baby soft. It made his cock stir just thinking about placing his pale hands all over her dark body.

She had an attractive face, with full well shaped lips that he longed to kiss. When she smiled she had the most adorable dimples he had ever seen. His favorite feature of hers, were her eyes. Her eyes were large and expressive. He liked that. He wanted to look straight into those dark brown pools when he finally took her. He wanted to watch her reaction as he slid his cock between her soft thighs. She should be getting out of class soon, he thought irritably. 

He was anxious to see her. She never walked out of her class with anyone, always seeming to keep to herself. She was the shy type. He liked that as well. He also liked the fact that she didn’t date much, all the better for him. She was his!! He knew everything about her: her name, her background, where she lived, and her likes and dislikes. She was a good girl, another plus. He had been watching her carefully for months now. It was finally time to make his move. It was finally time to make her his.

   * * * * * * * * 

Narissa walked out of her class just after nine. Glancing at her watch, she knew that if she hustled she could just make the 9:15 bus; otherwise she would have to wait until the 9:45. She hated waiting in the dark but until she was able to save enough money for a reliable vehicle, she would have to rely on public transportation. She worked in the mailroom of a large law firm, which paid well for the position, and she got along well with most of her co-workers. Narissa had recently saved up enough money to take a computer course at a local technical school. She hoped that upon completion of her courses, she would be able to find a higher paying job. With a higher salary she could afford to buy a little car to get around in, and find a place of her own.

Currently she shared a three-bedroom apartment with a brother and sister whom she wasn’t particularly close to. Narissa had supported herself for a little over a year now, and she enjoyed her independence. Her thoughts turned to the upcoming test in class. She really wanted to do well or else she would not receive the certification at the end of the course. She was so deep in thought as she walked along that she didn’t realize she was being followed. Narissa was only a couple of blocks from the bus stop when she was suddenly grabbed from behind. “If you make a one sound bitch, I will kill you.” A raspy voice said in her ear.

One of her assailant’s arms was tightly clenched around her waist while the other hand was cupped over her mouth. Narissa’s heart was beating fast. Why was this happening to her? Her attacker dragged her off the sidewalk to some bushes. Once the initial shock of the situation wore off, she began to fight in earnest, kicking and clawing at his arms and legs. Her aggressor pulled forcibly on her hair so hard that her neck snapped back painfully. She brought her foot down hard on his. “Ouch!! You fucking little whore!” He shrieked in pain.

He turned her around and smacked her hard in the face. Taking advantage of her while she was stunned, Narissa’s attacker dragged her behind the bushes and threw her on to the ground. Just as she tried to scramble up, his large body came down on top of hers. 

“Please don’t hurt me. I will give you all the money I have on me.” She pleaded as tears streamed down her face.

“Shut up bitch. I don’t want you goddamn money. I have something more valuable in mind.” He smirked lowering his face to hers. This was the first time that she had gotten a good look at her would be rapist. He was a black man with a dark complexion, even darker than her. He had a scar at the corner of his eye. He was a heavyset man, and at this moment with his weight on top of her, she found it difficult to breathe. 

She struggled when his lips crushed hers. When she felt the intrusion of his tongue, it gave her the strength to wrench her arm from under his body and rake her nails down the side of his face. “Shit!” He yelled. “You’ll pay for that bitch.” And with that he dealt her a painful blow to the side of her face. Her head began to spin. She could hear the rip of her blouse and she tried once again to break free only to bring forth an open handed slap in the face and then to her surprise, he rammed a fist into her stomach and she lost all ability to breath completely. “Now be still you whore.” He hissed as his fingers grabbed roughly at one of her breasts. 

“Oh my God,” She thought to herself. “He’s going to rape me, and then he’s going to kill me.” Resigned to her fate, she lay limply beneath him, not wanting to give this animal the pleasure of a struggle from her. She lay there as his hands pawed at her breasts and then he cupped her between her legs. 

As she slowly started to lose consciousness, she felt her attacker’s massive weight removed from her, and felt as if she could breath again. “What the fuck?” She heard him shout. She tried to get up to see what was going on but she collapsed to the ground. Hearing a scuffle was the last thing that she remembered. 

When she came to, someone was carrying her. She struggled a bit, but the arms tightened around her. “Relax, I won’t hurt you. I want to help.” She heard a deep reassuring voice. Surprisingly enough, she believed him, and then she passed out once more.

     * * * * * * * * * 

When Narissa came to again, she was in a car. Not sure where she was, it took her a moment to gather her thoughts. She looked over to the driver. His profile was strong. And perfect. His short dark brown hair was cropped attractively close to his head. From what she saw from the side of his face, he was a good looking man, but one could never really tell until you saw the whole picture. “Where are you taking me?” She asked, bravely.

“To the hospital. You have a nice shiner there.” The stranger said looking straight ahead.

‘No please don’t! I don’t want anyone to see me like this. Please let me out.” She began to panic. Who was this man? 

“Calm down Narissa. I won’t hurt you. I just want to help. I was going to my car when I heard a commotion in the bushes. I pulled that animal off of you, and almost had an altercation with him myself, but he fled like a cockroach. You need some medical attention so I’m going to take you to the hospital and then I’ll take you home.” He said firmly. His tone suggested that he was not going to discuss this matter any further and Narissa didn’t think she had the strength to argue. 

She leaned her head against the window and let the tears fall while she clutched her sore head. Her face hurt and she could barely see out of her left eye. Her whole body ached actually. They drove in silence until something hit her. “How did you know my name?” she asked suspiciously.

“I looked through your purse for identification. I’m sorry if I was intrusive but I needed that information for the hospital just in case you didn’t gain consciousness.”

“Oh, Thank you.” His explanation sounded logical enough. She felt a little uneasy, most likely because she wasn’t really use to dealing with strange men. Especially white ones. The only white men she had contact with were the ones at work and school, not that she had anything against them. She just never had a chance to interact with any outside of those settings. This guy seemed nice enough. She shuddered to think what would have happened if he had not come along. 

When they pulled up to the hospital, Narissa found that she had trouble getting out of the car. Her legs felt weak. Her rescuer came to her aide and put his arm around her for support. “What’s your name?”

“Jake Daniels at your service ma’am.” He smiled showing her one of the whitest, most perfect smiles she had ever seen. Finally getting a good look at him, she almost lost her breath. This man was movie star gorgeous. He had the most amazing green eyes she had ever seen. His eyes were the color of emeralds. She had initially thought that he was good looking but she had to change her opinion to devastatingly handsome. He stood about 6’3” and she could tell that he was well built. He is too good looking, she thought, and suddenly she felt shy around him not knowing what to say to him exactly with her looking the way she was. 

He probably thought she was terribly stupid for getting herself involved in this situation. He looked to be in his late thirties to early forties. With herself only being twenty, she could imagine him thinking of her as some dumb kid. Once she made it through this night she would probably never see him again. 

   * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Jake was good enough to wait for her while she was seeing the doctor. The doctor cleaned her cuts and bruises while asking some pretty embarrassing questions. “Were you penetrated?” He asked officiously. Narissa was sure that if her skin wasn’t so dark, she would have been beet red.

“No. Someone came to help me before that happened.” She shuddered at the thought of her close call.

“Did you know this man?”

“No!” She denied vehemently.

“I’m not trying to upset you, I just want to help. Do you plan on reporting this to the police?” He asked.

“No. I want this ordeal to be over and not think about it again. I wouldn’t even be here if Mr. Daniels hadn’t insisted that I go to the hospital.”

“And it’s a good thing that he did. If you don’t want to report this to the police you have to realize that this man can do it to someone else. I’m not trying to pressure you but I would like you to think about it.”

“I will think about it.” She conceded.

“Good. Now, I will give you a few pills to get you through the night. You should take some Tylenol, if your pain continues. If it continues for more than a couple of days, you need to come back to the hospital. Your eye is swelling pretty nicely there but if you keep some ice on it, it should go down in a few hours.” He instructed.

“Thank you Doctor.” She breathed a sigh of relief that that was over. 

Jake was waiting for her when she came out of the waiting room. She was half expecting him to be gone but there he sat casually thumbing through a magazine. “So how did it go?” He asked looking up when she approached.

“Ok, I guess. The doctor thinks that I should file a police report and I just want to forget about it. I never want to think about this night again.” She sighed.

“That’s understandable. Let’s go.” He gently led her out of the ER. She didn’t think to disobey him because this was all so surreal. When they got to his car, she noticed for the first time, the silver Mercedes. It looked slick and expensive. She took a quick glance at Jake, to see that although he was casually dressed she could tell that his clothes were not cheap. Narissa was really intimidated at this point by not only his good looks, but also his obvious wealth. He put Narissa in the car and then slid in next to her. “You look as if you could use a drink. I know a place on the way to your place.” He suggested.

“No, I want to go home. I can’t go anywhere looking like this.” She wondered why this man would want to take her out for a drink especially when she looked like Quasimoto right now.

“You had quite a nasty shock tonight. It might help.” He said as if he had read her mind.

“No,” she said firmly. “I want to go home.” He simply shrugged. The rest of the way home was in silence. When they pulled up to her apartment complex, Narissa was nervous. How did you thank someone after an incident like she had just experienced? “Thank you Mr. Daniels----” She began but he cut her off.

“You don’t need to thank me Narissa but I guess you could do something for me in return.” She looked at him startled? What could someone like her give her possibly give this man?

“What do you want?” She asked tentatively?

“I don’t want you walking to the bus at night like you were tonight.”

“But I have to. I don’t have a car.”

“I will pick you up from school.” He offered smoothly.

“You can’t. I can take the bus. It’s no big deal.”

“You can say that after what happened tonight? I would prefer that you didn’t. I will pick you up each night, say around ten?” Her mouth dropped. This man was just too good to be true. She didn’t know this guy from Adam and here he was offering to pick her up from school after class. There had to be some catch. 

Not really knowing how to respond she finally said, “I appreciate the offer but that wouldn’t be a good idea.” She said sliding out of his car. Jake simply let her go, which made her think that he hadn’t cared one way or the other. She was glad that she wouldn’t be seeing him again. Almost. 

    * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

In her apartment, one of her roommates was lounging on the couch munching on some popcorn. It was a little past midnight, and Narissa had hoped her roommates would be in bed. “What the hell happened to you?” asked Tamara, not seeming to show much concern but just wanting to know what happened out of sheer noisiness. 

“I was attacked.” Narissa confided. She so wished that she had a closer relationship with her roommates so she would have someone to confide in. Her only friends were a few of her co-workers, and she rarely saw them outside of work. Tamara and her brother Taj only spoke to her when the rent was due. 

“Someone attacked you? Did that take your money? Are you going to be able to pay the rent this month?” Tamara demanded stuffing more popcorn in her fat mouth. She was a rather rotund girl and Narissa could not remember seeing Tamara when she wasn’t eating. Narissa could feel tears welling up in her eyes. After her ordeal, she had hoped that her roommate would show her a little compassion. She has so little of it in her life up until now.

“I-I-I’ll b-be able to pay the rent.” Narissa stammered. You fat cow, she thought to herself. She ran to her room before she burst into tears. Narissa had been living in this apartment for almost a year and it was still like living with a couple of strangers. She had answered an ad from the newspaper about a roommate needed. She initially thought that she would get along with Taj and Tamara, who were brother and sister, but actually living there was a different story. Tamara was always on the phone, eating or smoking pot. Sometimes she had her boyfriend Pete over and they smoked pot together. Pete was this little Puerto Rican guy who was about ninety pounds soaking wet. They were a funny looking couple. Pete reminded Narissa of Shaggy from Scooby Doo. Tamara reminded her of Shirley Hemphill from the television show, “What’s Happening?” Whenever Narissa was around she could feel Pete’s eyes on her body and it made her skin crawl. Tamara was aware of her boyfriend’s roaming eye, which was one of the reasons she didn’t like Narissa whom she considered to be a goody two shoes. Taj on the other hand was hardly ever there. She had a bit of a crush on him in the beginning because he reminded her a young Denzel Washington, but she later found out that he was a flaming homosexual. She had nothing in common with the two people she lived with and she felt almost as lonely as she did before she struck out on her own. Narissa lay on her bed and cried herself to sleep. The painkillers had begun to kick in.

That night she dreamed of a pair of piercing green eyes. 




Mine



Darkness had fallen on the city of Chicago, but the heat of the day had not yet died down. I had been awake for some time, quietly reliving the events of the previous night. 

Hunting down prey was something I enjoyed. At the naïve age of 19, I had been attacked and changed, then left to my own defenses. Vampiric life suited me for I was able to dominate my prey. Night after night, I journeyed through city streets, searching for the most wretched amongst mankind, the ones who almost begged for their lives to end. 

I was all alone in my life and often longed for a companion. But I would not make him until I had found the perfect man. And finally last night I had seen him. 

He walked through the crowded streets with ease; his broad shoulders and light brown skin winning him smiles and flirting eyes from numerous women as they passed. I had followed him at a distance, quietly watching as a brazen female approached him offering her number. He took it with a smile, but I could see clearly that there would be no future phone call for her. He was mine.

Finally he reached his destination, a bar where he met with some friends, and they all sat down to have a drink. I watched silently through the window for a moment, before I decided to chance it and go in. I let my eyelids fall heavily over my glowing green eyes, not wanting to draw attention to myself. It didn't work; human's eyes are drawn to an immortal like moths to a flame. I felt eyes on me as I walked and they continued to stare as I took a seat at the bar, not far from the table where the young man sat, laughing and drinking with his friends. 

The bartender asked what I was having and I ordered myself a Bloody Mary. The rich red drink was soon set in front of me and I sipped it, wishing it was the blood of the fine treat that sat at the table. My constant staring was too much; he looked up and noticed me looking at him. He smiled at me and I smiled back, careful not to let my sharp teeth show. Oh, but he was gorgeous. I knew I somehow had to get closer. 

Downing the last of the Bloody Mary, I slipped off the bar stool and keeping eye contact with him, I headed towards the restrooms. I stopped in the dark corridor and waited for my prize to come to me, as I knew he would. Seconds passed and his dark body slid around the corner. 

"My name is Aurelia," I said and he replied that he was Tavon. His lips were wonderful to look at and I wanted to taste them immediately. The trick to seducing a mortal is not to rush them, lest they grow frightened and run away. So I let my hand brush his face gently, feeling his fine bone structure and the softness of his moist lips. It did not take long for him to kiss me; I could sense his arousal just as easily as I smelled the blood which ran through his veins. We kissed for what seemed like hours; lips and tongues eating at each other as if we would never again find food as good, and I let my hand tangle in his hair.

Finally I broke the kiss, and whispered up into his ear. "If you would like to see me again, meet me outside this very same bar tomorrow night at 10:00." The next night being Halloween, everyone on the bar scene would be in full costume, and I could freely walk about without fearing someone would notice my unusual green eyes or pointed front teeth. 

I left him then, finishing my hunting for the night and as morning came, retiring to my windowless apartment. Now as I rose from my bed, I imagined our life together once I had turned him. I quickly dressed and hurried out into the night, taking the first lone mortal I saw. 

The hours passed slowly as I waited for 10:00 but finally it was time, and I made my way to the same bar I had been at the previous night. 9:45 and he was there waiting. The look of lust in his eyes as he turned and saw me sent shivers up my spine. He was wearing a red shirt and tight black pants, holding devil ears in his hand, but we would have no use for costumes; I was taking him where he belonged. 

"Come," I said simply, holding out a hand to him. He took my hand and followed like an eager puppy, awaiting the pleasures of the night. It did not take long to reach my apartment; I clouded his mind and took back roads allowing us to move faster than mere humans. I closed the door behind us and jumped him immediately. His strong arms supported my weight fully and we kissed, as we had last night, long and deep, breathing in each other's essences. 

Finally we broke the kiss and I disentangled my legs from around his waist, leading him to the bedroom. My lust for flesh and blood was rising and I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me, taste his life blood. My eyes glowed with my need and I ripped the shirt from his body, exposing his hard, muscular chest to my vision. I fought against my animal urges that begged me to mar his beautiful skin and mark his body as my own. He quickly brought my black dress up my body and I raised my arms to allow him to completely pull it off. My hardened nipples and moist pubic hairs were exposed for his wandering eyes as they traveled up and down my body. 

"I want you to make me yours," I said softly as I gazed into his soft brown eyes, and then the passion took over. Deftly unzipping his own pants, he quickly stepped out of them leaving only his red and black boxers between us. I had not seen a nude man for many years and so I quickly disposed of his last article of clothing; the fabric ripped as I pulled them, but either he did not notice or simply did not care. 

He turned me away from him, pushing me into the bed and I felt his long cock behind me, teasing at the entrance to my body, pushing against my clit which throbbed with the need to feel him inside of me. Finally I could no longer bear it and I pushed my body back against his, in a desperate attempt to make contact. His hardness entered me without hesitation, his length sliding into me until I could feel his balls hitting my pulsing clit. I moaned as I felt him pressed into me and I bucked my hips back towards him, begging him to take me. 

He began to stroke in and out of my dripping slit, slowly at first. Slow sex has never pleased me as much as rough, hard sex and I begged him, "Harder, please. Bruise me." His thrusts increased and soon he was pounding into me again and again, his sac slapping against my clit each time. He let out an animal groan, wild with passion and announced that he was going to cum. Not wanting the pleasure to end before I had a taste of him, I pulled away from him, turning onto my back and he thrust deep into me again. 

He let his weight drop down onto my body and as he moved my breasts rubbed against his chest, my nipples becoming sore with the friction. I embraced him and let my tongue trace the curve of his jaw, tasting his sweat. His mouth fastened to my exposed throat and before I knew what was happening he clamped his teeth into my skin, barely drawing blood. I returned the favor, letting my sharp teeth sink into the tender skin of his neck, gently sucking the blood that escaped the small wound. He let out a small groan filled with pleasure and an edge of pain as I let my tongue play at the broken flesh, but he never stopped his strokes. 

The bite he had taken from me had surprised me and added to the warmth that was slowly building in my body. His blood added to my body just increased that feeling and my orgasm hit like a hurricane, forcing the breath out of my throat as my muscles clamped tightly around his cock. He exploded violently inside of me, a loud moan escaping his throat as he shuddered his seed deep into my womb. Every muscle in my body tingled and neither of us could move as we lay there, gasping for air.

Slowly we came down from the sexual high. It was then that he noticed for the first time my unusually green eyes and he stared at me. "Why are your eyes so green?" he asked and I smiled. The time had come for me to make him. 

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me," I raised my lips to his ear, whispering into it. "So let me show you." There was moment in which he realized that something was wrong, but it was too late. I sank my fangs into his soft skin and drank him nearly dry. His heart began to flutter and I pulled away. 

Pushing him off me, I bit into my own wrist and offered it to him. "Drink of my blood and you shall live with me for eternity." A moment of brief hesitation and then he pulled my arm to his lips, sucking and licking for all he was worth. Finally he pulled away and his body began to die, making way for his new unlife. 

And then into the night we went. He learned quickly all the skills of a vampire and his lust for blood was immense. We left a trail of cold bodies as we journeyed through the streets and I smiled happily at him. Separately we were fearsome; together we were terrifying. Tavon and Aurelia: Chicago's newest nightmares.



Mine



she kneels at His feet, thighs spread wide, her ass resting on her heels, back arched pushing her breasts out, nipples taunt, silently begging to Him and in her small hands she holds the end of the leash up to Him. 

she feels His eyes raking over her quivering form, devouring every inch of her, burning her into His mind. she is, in her nakedness, a stark contrast to His still clothed form. 

His eyes roam slowly from her face downward over her leather clad neck, over her breasts noting how each breath pushes her breasts out even more, her nipples growing more turgid under His intense gaze, causing Him to chuckle to Himself and whisper to her, "excited Mine?" 

she whimpers softly, knowing the question isn't one she's meant to answer. The smile that curls His lips full of sinful promises. His eyes continue to move down her body, settling upon the valley between her widely spread thighs and noting, even in the dim light, the glistening wetness there. 

Once more His deep rich voice rolls over her, "It appears that something has you quite wet, pet." "Tell Me what that might be." 

As He waits for her answer He grasps the offered leash from her hands and twists it in His own, taking up the slack and forcing her body closer to His. 

she gasps softly as He takes the leash from her and shortens it, causing the leather to tighten and tug at the back of her delicate neck. her breath quickens and darkening stormy eyes boldly rise to meet His, her soft pink tongue slithers from between her crimson lips and slides wetly over them before she speaks, whispering huskily "You, Master have made Your pet wet and ready for Your use." 

The smile painting His face grew in sinful intensity and His cock twitched in His pants as He watched her tongue's journey. Growling hungrily, "Very good answer, Mine." Tugging on the leash He pulls her between His denim-clad legs. 

she whimpers and purrs softly as the rough material envelops her in the increasing heat nestled between His strong thighs. 

"Now show Me what a delicious slut you are and suck My cock." 

her breath quickens even more as she hisses lustily, "As You wish Master." 

her slender fingers finding the buttons of His jeans and popping them open one by one, slowly revealing His throbbing member. her eyes widen in mild surprise to find no briefs or boxers blocking her. her eyes slide up over the expanse of His body only to find His own gaze locked on her, the sin-laced smile never leaving His face. 

His brow arching slightly as His intense hungry growl meets her ears, "Suck it." "I know how hungry you are Mine." "Show Me how much of a slut you are." she whimpers softly in need, lowering her head and bathing His cock with her tongue. 

Long languid laps from His balls to the silken tip and back again, then finally opening her mouth and taking the tip between her crimson lips suckling gently. her ears perked to His sounds, she listens to the soft groans that escape His throat, encouraging her, as she devoured His entire cock until the tip taps the back of her throat. 

Suckling greedily, her cheeks drawing in, lips tight and tongue dancing as she bobs her head in His lap. she pushes herself and takes Him deeper, past her gag reflex and into her throat where the muscles contract and massage His swelling member. 

His groans and gasps of pleasure fan the flames already burning within her. she feels His fingers curl tightly in her hair, forcing her rhythm to His liking, His hips rising to thrust, fucking her mouth like He would her pussy. she could feel His racing heartbeat slide across her tongue, sense His impending climax when He suddenly pulls her head from His lap and twitching cock. 

Whimpering loudly her stormy eyes dark with lusty need meet His, curious as to why He pulled her from her prize but knowing better than to question. 

He tugs on the leash whispering huskily, "Stand up and turn around pet, hands behind your neck." His blatant need apparent causing shivers to swim her spine. 

she stood on trembling legs, her own need burning brightly and pulled her hands behind her neck as He demanded and slowly turned, feeling Him release the slack on the leash enough for her to do so. 

she stood there, waiting and wondering what wickedness He had in mind when she felt snug leather restraints slipping around her delicate wrists. Moaning softly as He tightened the buckles then attached first one chain from the wrist restraints to the d-ring of her collar, only to repeat the procedure on the other then sliding His strong hand down her quivering back to her ass. 

He growled out a single word, 'beautiful' then giving her ass a resounding smack, leaving His glowing hand-print to burn against the creamy flesh. she gasped in delighted surprise as He smacked her ass, feeling His print mark her as brilliantly as His brand. 

"Turn around pet and lower your arms." His voice caressed her like smoked honey. 

she turned slowly feeling Him taking up the slack in the leash once more, lowering her arms and whimpering when she realized they were level with her heaving chest and could go no further. 

The sinful smile that seemed forever imprinted on His face grew even more as He watched her lower her arms and seeing that the length was perfect for His plan. 

He growled, 'Perfect' as His lusty eyes drank her in once more. she couldn't help her own eyes from traveling down His body and noting His cock rising from the rough denim had swelled even more and throbbed with each beat of His heart. 

He noticed her looking and said, "you want My cock don't you slut?" "your sopping pussy is hungry to be filled with it, isn't it?" her eyes darted to His and a profound whimper escaped her throat. 

His sinful smile burned as He said, "Beg Me." 

she whimpered again her lusty need growing with each passing moment, her tongue traveling across her lips once more noticing His cock twitching as He watched. 

her voice filled with her emotions, her need overwhelming as she moaned, "Please Master...please may Your pet slut feel Your throbbing cock deep in her hungry pussy." she trembled as she stood before Him, her pussy leaking her essence to coat her inner thighs, a testament to His unyielding control. 

He tugged the leash pulling her close and giving her inner thighs a sound swat, His unvoiced command for her to spread her thighs wider, her stance shifting and hips rolling as she opened up for Him. 

Gasping as she felt His strong fingers slide easily over her slick puffy folds, her scent rising heavily on the air. He presses further and buries two thick fingers in her boiling core. her moan like music to His ears as He runs His fingers deep in the heated wet velvet of her...no His...fuck hole. 

He inquires almost sarcastically, "What are you?" His fingers working deep within her, slowly fucking her. 

she moans loudly and pants out, "Your slut Master, Your pet slut." 

His chuckle is low and borders on menacing as He withdraws His fingers, now glistening with her whorish need and wantonness. His voice taking on an almost purring quality "Yes, that's right, MY slut." 

He watches as she tries to regain a portion of control over her intense need and lusty body. Leaning back in the chair, His cock swollen and angry points to the heavens, throbbing dramatically, practically begging for her twitching pussy to devour it. 

"pet, turn around again and back up." "I want you to straddle My lap." His voice dark, and lust filled. 

she whimpers, "yes Master" and does as He commands, turning and backing up slowly until she feels His legs against hers. Parting her own legs to align outside of His she begins to slowly settle herself in His lap. 

"Stop!" He practically barks. 

she trembles, wondering if she has displeased Him somehow, but manages to stop and be still, her ass and pussy hovering over His twitching cock. she feels the silky head against the entrance to her fuck hole, realizing then that He intends for her to not only sit on His lap, but also to be impaled by Him as she does. He moves His left hand to her hip. 

"Now," He says while He guides her by her hip onto His fiery cock. 

The moan that bursts from her throat is animalistic and feral as she settles herself, His cock sliding deep into the molten velvet, her pussy tightening around Him. 

Once she is settled He leans her body back against His and whispers in her ear, "feels good doesn't it slut?" "you love having your hungry pussy full of My cock don't you whore?" "Do you know why your wrists are chained only to reach you breasts?" "Take a guess" each heated question caressing her ear sending shivers down her spine and electricity to her pussy.

she hisses in wanton delight, "Yesss Master, Your slut loves to feel Your cock in her hungry pussy." she whimpers as she realizes why her wrists are chained at the lengths they are, "they are chained to such lengths because You wish for Your pet to play with her breasts while You fuck her." 

He spreads His thighs widely, causing her own thighs to open even more as His right hand snakes down her body and finds her throbbing clit. Pinching it between His finger and thumb growling lustily it in her ear, "you are half right slut." "I do want you to play with your breasts, but I don't intend to fuck you, not in the way you think." 

she moans and gasps as He pinches her clit, causing her pussy to contract tightly around His invading cock. she sees His wicked intentions as her hands stray to her breasts and aching nipples, pinching and pulling on the taunt buds, the electric currents to her pussy intensifying with each torment, while His hand continues to torture her throbbing clit. 

Whispering roughly against her ear, "that's right pet, pinch and twist those lovely nipples for Me." "I know how much they've been aching for attention." "Harder...harder!" 

her fingers pinch and twist her delicate nipples harder, causing her cunt to spasm around His cock. 

"mmmmm that's right, make that hungry pussy clench around My cock." her breath coming in panting gasps and aching moans, as His growling taunts and swollen throbbing cock drive her higher. 

His fingers working maddeningly against her clit while her own fingers work just as maddeningly on her aching nipples. Falling faster and faster into herself, she grips her entire breast and squeezes roughly, driving her pussy to tighten around it cock again and again. she feels the familiar white heat rising in her core with each strum on her clit and torment to her breasts and knows He feels it as well. 

"My pet slut wants to cum, doesn't she?" He moans in her ear as He feels her cunt spasm threateningly around His aching cock. 

she whimpers, begging, "Master, please...please may Your slut cum?" her entire body alive, electric, hovering on the brink. 

she feels His hand move from her aching clit and reach up to release her right hand from the chain. "Play with yourself slut, cum hard around My cock." "Make that hungry pussy beg." 

He takes up where she'd left off on her breast as her right hand slides eagerly down and fingers dance over her hot clit, His strong fingers pinching and twisting painfully on her abused nipple, sending her closer to oblivion. her hips writhe deeply in His lap, her hungry and desperate pussy suckling His cock with each intense spasm, the sounds emitting from her throat reflecting her need. 

He pushes her left hand away from her breast and torments it Himself, all the while growling in her ear, "cum slut, soak My cock with your greedy pussy, drown My cock with your whorish wantonness" coaxing her to fall over the edge she'd been riding. 

her hand rubbing faster and faster over her throbbing clit, her body desperate for release as her pussy milks His cock buried deep within her. Each second drawing out like an eternity before her body tenses briefly then suddenly explodes around Him in a fury. her hips dancing, riding His cock in wild abandonment, screams rip from her dry throat, her pussy latching onto His cock in hard contractions. 

He manages to reattach her wrist to the chain at her collar and with devilish delight takes up tormenting her hypersensitive clit, pushing her even higher, forcing orgasm after orgasm from her writhing, trembling body, thoroughly enjoying the feel of His slut, lost in pleasure while His aching cock is buried in her enflamed soaking pussy. 

Growling and grunting against her ear, "again Mine...cum again." Unrelenting His torment on her quivering clit, sending her spiraling over and over, her pussy milking Him hard, flooding over His throbbing cock. 

Loosing control to His need, He tenses and with a growl, He falls into the abyss He's driven her into. His cock swelling even more then spewing His seed, painting her deeply, marking her in His most intimate way. 

His fingers leaving her tormented clit only to bury themselves in the softness of her hips, pulling her even more deeply onto His still releasing cock, wanting to fill her completely with His seed. He takes deep struggling breaths matching her own as she leans weak and satisfied against Him. He releases her wrists from the chains and pulls her body tightly against Him, holding her limp sated form in the safety of His strong arms. 

He growls hotly against her ear, "Mine" before taking the lobe between His lips and nipping at it possessively. 



Mine



Mine, 

I knew when you told me you were heading out for a few days I'd miss you. I figured I'd entertain myself with chatting, writing, tormenting those friends of ours, but I didn't. My heart just wasn't in it. It went south with you. You were going south weren't you? I am so bad with directions. 

So, I came here to write you a letter, hoping to distract myself enough to get something accomplished today, but now I find myself wondering what you are doing. I can see your smile and the laughter in your eyes. I can feel your breath brushing against my neck as I stand next to you. Your fingers slowly trace the shape of my collarbone. Do you know what you do to me? Do you feel the same rush of excitement that I do? Do you feel the tingle? 

You often tell me I make you feel sexy. You make me feel that way. I feel beautiful when you talk to me, when you call me yours and when you tell me I am special. My face grows warm, it turns pink, and my eyes sparkle with joy. 

Have you any idea how many times I've looked at your picture and used it to guide my hands across my skin, the way I know you would if you were here with me? Can you feel the dip where my collarbones meet? Do you see my chest rise and fall as my fingers skate between the cleavage of my breasts? 

My nipples harden with the thought of your hands brushing across them. I can feel the sharp dragging of your teeth against the sweet pearl as my hands push into your hair and hold you closer to me. I can feel the warmth of your mouth and the moisture of your tongue scrapping against my areola. The ridges are growing more bumpy and the bead is hard and aching for your mouth to devour it. 

I can feel your nose nuzzle by breasts, a parting touch before your tongue glides down my stomach. My fingers are your mouth. I arch my back, my eyes close. I feel you lick a path of unholy delight across my stomach and then into my belly button. Your trace the scar that signifies the birth of two of my children. You kiss it and then stop. 

My breath is coming faster, my love. My eyes are still closed and I still picture you with me. The bed sagging from our bodies moving and shifting so that we are both comfortable. Then I feel the brush of your lips across the soft curls of my sex. My fingers tease the hairs, just like your teeth would. I tug on them, and then feel the moisture that has eased free. I run it in circles with my finger and thumb. Only then do I bring the satin of my pussy to my tongue. I taste it and think of your cock covered in my juice. 

I feel the tingle of my pussy vibrate through me. I moan and shiver. My fingers move back, just like yours would if I had you between my legs. Yes, my love. I see you there with me. I see your eyes gazing into mine and then I watch you bury your lips, nose, face into the slick folds of my pussy. 

Oh my, love. I did not waste time on one finger, but used three, hoping to further enhance my pleasure by filling my pussy with skin as welcoming as your cock. No toy. No plastic wand of sin. Just warm flesh, just like your shaft sliding in and out of me. Faster, I move. Harder, I plunge. I arch my back, lift my hips and drag my nails across the sides of my pussy. 

Soon I am thrashing and bucking against my hand; I feel the edge of release come over me and fall. I scream out your name and beg you to fuck me. You don't stop and soon you are twisting and pulling on my clit. 

Oh, god! 

My fingers are working faster. I force my body to continue climbing a cliff of unspeakable heights. Lights flash behind my lids and darkness descends as your name falls from my lips like a cascading waterfall. 

When I awake, my body is numb. Time has moved, but in my heart you have not left me. You are still here and I'm still in your arms. I let my mind lock your image inside and I hear you whisper how precious I am to you; I answer you back, that you are just as precious. 

My lover, I go now and leave you this letter. No matter what path life takes us on, know that the spark you give me, makes the fires in my soul, burn with passion. 

Yours

8/17/06 



Mine



My last Boy was unlucky enough to displease me... and this is your chance to jockey for his position.

There's something about you that makes me think that you just might have what I'm looking for.

I suggest that you don't disappoint me.

-Voyce 

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Mine



I am tense and on edge. I want you so badly that I can hardly begin. My hands are shaking and I can hear the pounding of my heart in the silence of the room. You are intoxicating and exotic, standing there, watching in the mirror. My thoughts are racing and I feel as if I may not be able find the strength to continue. I fear my desire for you will overwhelm me, that I will loose my grasp, my control. 

I wait for calm to return, and as I wait I wonder, for a minute, if you know what it feels like to be me, to have someone like you, waiting? Are you in as much awe as I am of the intense eroticism you bring to me, the thick, dark sensuality that flows in and around and through me as I come to stand next to you? Have you ever thought, while you are standing there, naked and waiting, about what it feels like to be me, to slowly kneel in front of you, to quietly tell you to raise your feet, one by one, so that I can leisurely slide a luxurious silk stocking all the way up your strong thighs without losing all of my ability to think? Have you ever wondered at what it is that flashes through my mind when I look at your reflection in the candlelit mirror, at what I am thinking and feeling before I tell you what it is that I know what I want from you? Have you ever wondered what it is I see in this very moment when I can hardly breathe, in this first searing, heart-pounding moment? 

You are what I see. You are what draws me in, what centers me. After the lace, after the stockings, after the mascara, after the soft red silk and dark red lipstick, I see you. A woman. A woman with a thick, huge cock tightly wrapped in pearls, a mysterious and seductive woman, a woman who is no longer a man, but a wonderful, exotic woman. 

You fascinate me. I have found in you both a man and a woman. You have opened, for me, an entire world of deep, sensual mystery. Because of you, I am no longer limited by anything. There are no limits that flow from either you or me. Because of you, I am free now to be powerful and strong, to be emotional and wild, to be quiet and seductive. I am free to control. I am free to tease. I am free to use. I am free to name you my lover, my whore, my slut, my girl. I am free. You have set me free. 

I draw yet another ragged breath. As my heart stills and I re-gain bits and pieces of control, I wonder at our being together at all. Our history is so filled with improbability that I am in awe that we are here, in this place, in this time by the sea. The cottage that shelters us is in stark contrast to the rain and the cold pounding waves outside. Warm sensuality bathes the room, untouched by the bitter chill. Candles and heavy masculine chairs of leather furnish it. A fire burns seductively in the hearth. Everywhere I look, there are books. It is fitting, for books brought us together that day so long ago when I was looking for mystery and found you. 

My attention turns fully on you. I am held captive by your reflection in the mirror. It shimmers around me, wrapping me in dark anticipation. I want you to feel easy. I want you to trust me. I need you to accept, to open your anguished, fractured soul to mine. We don't speak. My eyes hold yours. Seconds tick by. I wait. You wait. Finally, I reach out and slowly scrape my long, sharp nails over your rock-hard nipples hidden so alluringly by the silk of your chemise. Your gray eyes turn black. You breath quickens, like I knew it would. Your stiff nipples jut out and beg for attention, just like mine. I sigh and your breath catches in your throat. It is the only sound in the room, aside from the crackling fire. It is the sound I have been waiting for.

Watching you, hearing your sharp intake of breath, makes me long to feel your teeth, biting sharply, and so I take your tight nipples in my own, one at a time, through the soft silk covering them. I bite, and watch your eyes, knowing the sharp, stinging seductive pain you will feel. I know that it will hurt. I know too that my sweet, sharp bite will send streaks of fire racing down your belly and into your tight, silky panties, like your bite does to mine. 

I am hungry and the need for you, my woman, is strong. I wonder, as I think about what I want, if you realize how I need your submission, how I need the woman in you, the whore, the slut. I wonder if you know how I crave the way you submit to my need, and my love. I look at you in the mirror. Your eyes are steady and black. You are watching me just as I am watching you. I smile at this and reach for the blindfold. Your eyes widen. It makes you nervous, not being able to be able to see what I am doing in the mirror, not to control. I know this and your nervousness excites me. 

When the blindfold is tight, I slowly button your blouse over your chemise, flicking your stinging nipples with my nails as I go. You moan and your hands clench at your sides. I like the sound you make and so do it again, to see if you will moan again. You do and I am pleased. My own breath catches in my throat. I know now what I want in this cottage by the sea. 

I feel your anticipation crawl up my thighs and I wait, luxuriating in the sensation. When I can't wait any longer, I reach for the thick leather rope and tell you to lie face down on the soft wool rug. When you do, I tie your hands with their brightly painted nails above your head, to the feet of one of the heavy chairs in the room. I have planned and prepared for you and now, now I will have you. 

You are very seductive, lying there face down on the rug in front of the fire. Barely controlling my need, I listen to the rain outside as I straddle you. Very, very slowly I slide the silk and satin of your chemise and blouse up around your shoulders. Along the way I softly, tenderly nip at the tender skin of your back with my sharp teeth. You moan and jump a little each time you feel my bite. You are so seductive and I am so very enticed by you. I whisper words of love and need in your ear as I lay over your masculine length to press my own jutting nipples into your naked back. I whisper "whore" and "slut" and call you mine and feel the fire begin to burn in my belly. I feel too, the sharp, sensual tension rising swiftly in you as you try to anticipate what it is that I might want, what it is I might do. This is what feeds me. This is what I love. Your waiting and your wanting, desperately, to be my woman.

I know it is time to begin and smile at you and your bound reflection in the mirror. I am enjoying seeing what you can't. The thread of my womanhood pulls tight deep inside of me, connecting me to you and your magical, submissive femininity. I need it, this connection. It is like nothing else in the whole world.

You are quiet behind your blindfold. Under your skirt, your stockinged thighs close tight against each other. The flames in the hearth are bright and hot, the wind outside strong. I am tempted beyond belief to push your skirt up, to spread your thighs wide open and lick my way up from the back of your balls to your tight pink hole. I want to, so bad. But not yet. Not yet. 

You can't see me, and don't know what might be coming. Moments pass. Long, breath-taking moments. The fire burns as hot inside of me as it does in the hearth. 

When the first drop of shocking, icy-cold sensation hits your skin and drips down your flank you jerk, hard, and gasp behind your blindfold. Your hands and arms pull at the rope binding them. You didn't expect this. You gasp again and ask breathlessly what I am doing, why it makes you feel the way it does. You don't understand and are confused. 

I wait, and say nothing, until your breathing quiets, and then I let another drop of icy cold liquid fall slowly onto your back. Not knowing what it is, unable to see it happen, you jerk and gasp again and again I wait. I wait until I have your full attention. Until you quit asking and just feel. Until each little tiny icy drop that slowly falls in the small indentation of your lower back becomes a trail of wicked, teasing flame that scorches its way deep down inside your dark shemale core. 

I am content and smile at myself in the mirror, where you can't see me. You are mine. The fire burns bright. Candles flicker in the mirror, where I am watching you.



Mine



I stop pressing my thumb into your throat for a moment. As you look me in the eyes, yours now covered in tears, I tell you I love you before pressing again. You make a small noise, a little bit like a choke but mostly like a moan with a splash of gasp. 

Sometimes it takes all I have to keep my eyes on your face. I want to look over your body; your tensing stomach and trembling hands. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, and you will always be. I hate the power this has over me. So hard not to put you on a pedestal and let you walk all over me. That's why we have nights like tonight. Without them you'd be my only reason for living, and after all the times you've left me, I wouldn't be alive.

You inhale as I release the grip on your throat, though my hand remains. My thumb is gently stroking the red mark, the imprint, that I left as you shake. "I want you to say it," I offer in a low tone. 

"No," is all you say and all I can do is nod.

I raise my hand away from your throat and show you the back of it. As you recoil I side-step and move over to the bag on the cheap motel bed. There I pick up a small, cold metal chain and an over-sized black silk scarf. I move behind you, easily more than a head taller, and wrap my left hand tenderly around your stomach. "We used to stand like this all the time," I say as I move the fabric around your eyes. "Do you remember?"

"I remember," you whisper.

"You used to tell me you never felt safer." It once took all my focus to tie a simple knot. Now I can do it with one hand. You've forced me to this so many times it's become a habit.

"I never did."

The ad-hoc blindfold rests over your eyes. I take my left hand up over your stomach, stroking a path up between your breasts and over your throat. A cautious rub to that tender spot where I take the air from you before I move it to silk. There I grip a tail of it tightly in each hand and pull. A soft fabric vice that takes your eyes from you. You've surrendered another part of your body to me. I hear you inhale, apprehensive in its escalation, and I lean forward to whisper in your ear. "We can stop now. You just have to say it." My tone is soft and easy.

"No," is all you say and all I can do is nod.

The chain is light and easy, it cannot weigh more than a few ounces. It is silver and linked and expands, like branches, in three different directions, each ending in a small, metal claw. A pincer, a clothing pin in essence. As I spread the first clamp open you shriek and your arms rise defensively. Even from behind I know you are covering your nipples and I afford myself a smile as you can no longer see it. I press my body firmly into yours, a fine sheen of sweat already covering your spine. "If you do not lower your arms to your side," I say, "I will make it so much worse."

You comply. You always will.

With your hands placed tightly against your naked thighs I latch the first piece against your nipple. Your body shakes as you moan, your body now pressing into mine. You squirm against my now erect cock and everything is perfect. I slide my hand from the clamp itself to the chain beneath it and give a solid tug. You shudder and gasp and say my name and we repeat the process for your other nipple. With one pull on the chain you lean forward, your nipples being ripped from your breasts and your mouth wide open. Already you are secrete onto the floor and I ask you to say it.

"No," is all you say and all I can do is nod.

"Then spread your legs like the worthless whore you are." There is no power in my tone, no force. No deep snarl or great depth. I'm not commanding with intimidation or fear or strength. We have reached the threshold where I simply own you, and you are mine. Where you will give me everything, anything, but what I need from you the most. 

I wrench your pussy lips apart roughly with the index fingers of my left hand. I spread you open, letting the cold air in and giving you a moment to grow less sensitive before I open the last metal clamp with my right hand. After stroking you for a few moments, paying attention the tightness of your form and when you hold your breath, I am confident. Without looking I fasten the metal jaws directly onto your clit and you yelp.

There is nothing most arousing in this world than hearing you. However full your breasts, however perfect your ass, however deep and full and lovely your eyes, there is nothing like your moans, your yelps. Your little sounds that you make only for me and only when everything is perfect and right. If I listened to them, allow them to cut through me like so much stinging rain on cold wind, I'd never stop hurting. So I only hear you, but I don't listen anymore. I'm only listening for one thing anymore.

I give another tug, this one just on the metal line fastened to your clit and you arch away from me, moaning and growling and begging. I think you're saying please, but the words are far away as I give another tug to the lines attached to your nipples. Then I find the small ring in the center and pull. You told me once it's agony, but you're leaking onto my foot.

"Your last chance to say it," I offer as I drop the chain and move back to the bed. I look over selection and ponder how fucked up we really are - or if there is anything wrong with us at all.

"No," is all you say and all I can do is nod. 

I pick up the special gag, the "bad-girl-gag." The one that leaves no room for debate. In the past, when we first went down this road, I shoved so many things into your mouth to keep you quiet. I tried my fingers first, which I enjoyed so much, because you would allow me to push two of them down your throat. I'd stroke the inside of it tenderly as you cried. 

We tried a pair of your panties. I especially liked using the ones from that night, if the dance had been a long one before we reached this point. The ones marinated in you, the taste I enjoy so much. I also liked shoving them into your mouth, pushing them down deep enough that you couldn't get a word out.

Then we tried a silk tie, like your blindfold now. I hated that. You looked so silly, bitting down on it and straining like a horse at the bit. If I wanted you to grasp and struggle like a beast of burden I'd simply hurt you. No, it was not right for me and, even though it was your favorite, you decided it was not right for you.

Neither of us appreciated the ball gag. It was perverse and meaningless.

But this gag? This is the one. A reverse strap-on, you called it. A belt, thick and strong, with a large latex phallus that keeps your throat open for me. I enjoy pushing the faux-cock down your throat and then tightening up the leather before clasping it shut. I love the moans of resistance you make and the gurgles that follow. You've given up your body, your sight and now your tongue to me. "I wish you would just say it," I say without luster. 

You gurgle something so I grab your hair in my hand and shake your around, from left to right, like a little doll. You scream, as well as you can, and I stop when I grow bored of it. Then it's time to bend you over and shove your face, into the mattress. I make sure it's a game of "can I breath" for you. It is your favorite, after all. 

With a splash of anal lube two fingers are inside you. You're wailing through the leather and the latex and my cock tingles from it.

After loosening you up I take a small dildo with a self-adhered velco strap and shove it in you. I make sure to screw it in, pushing at the edges, before I strap it around your waist. You have two cocks locked inside you now, but this one vibrates, and I turn on the feature only to watch you fail your body against the bed top. "No hands," I remind you as you thrash up and down. It does not take long for you stop, spasm, and shot cum all over your legs. 

I'm back to bed to pick up the last toy. "I can't trust you at all, can I?" You don't bother to respond, not that I'd understand it. So I left your hands off your side, good girl as you've been, and bind them with cuffs behind your back, shoving you into the mattress once more.

Then it's time to pace around the dank room and look you over, or at least, as much as I can see. Your legs are shiny with the alchemy of sweat and your naturally tangy juices. I smile, despite myself, and begin to stroke myself. 

And now for my part in all this. 

I grab your hair in my left hand and pull. I place my left elbow against your back and push. You arch and grind and try to submit as best you can to the pain but there is no winning. I don't want you to win, though, I need you in pain. It's what gets you so loose, so ready. And after a moment I satisfied with the rhythm in which you are pumping your hips against the comforter. And that is when I enter you. 

All at once, with one thrust, I inside you. 

We fuck and you cum three times from all the stimulation, rapid fire like little fireworks.

We fuck some more, I take a break, and I push you over the end to your 'big one' for the night and you cum so hard, and spray so long, that sometimes I'm afraid I've killed you. And there you lay, knees bent, sinking to the floor with abandon. You are a thing, a sex toy, and you have served your purpose. So I turn off the vibrator that's up your ass and take it off. I undo the clasp at the back of your head and toss the gag aside. But everything else remains.

"Will you say it now?"

"No," is all you can say and all I can do is nod.

I give you a few cups of water and you thank me, without an expression of joy on your face, but at least you're not making eye contact any more. The control I have over you is now absolute and I need to use it. "Then I have to punish you," I say.

"I know." You cry a little as you say it and then a lot more, soft whimpering with tears falling as I pick you up off the floor and bend you over the bed again.

There is a little plastic bucket filled with cold water and crushed ice in the sink. I take it up and shake it loudly to watch your reaction. You start saying no and try to stand up. So I shove you back down before I begin the difficult task of taking small pieces of ice and shoving them up your ass and into your pussy.

You start to scream so I shove the fingers of my free hand down your throat and make you gag a bit before you stop. Then I continue, counting out the ice. One piece in your ass, three in your pussy, and then back again. This process takes several minutes and my fingers feel cold and numb and unpleasant. I can only imagine what it feels like for you.

When I am done and the bucket is placed aside I remove my fingers and ask you if you want the water out. You nod a few times and so I sit on the bed, rife with your cum, and place you over my lap. 

I don't spank you. I hit your ass with hand savagely. I do it over and over again. I am beating you. I am striking you. I am smacking the shit out of you in the way that, on any other part of your body, would be a felony. It's probably one here, but I guess, since I don't clench my fist, that it's okay. I used to feel guilty about it, but now I just beat you as the cold water sprays out. Then I flip you over, grab you by the side of your throat and shake you as the water falls out of your anus.

I rise, toss you onto the bed, and grab you by your arms, dragging you back to the edge and positioning your mouth over the side. "Open it," is all I say and your lips spread. Moving my hands to your wrists, pushing them into the damp comforter top, I shove myself into your mouth. I take pains to push it as hard and deep as I can to make sure you spasm and choke. Gagging. Then I pull out and thrust in again. We repeat the process until drool is pouring out your mouth. 

Now you've adapted and I'm all the way down, feeling the tightness of throat as it constricts. I enjoy it, enjoy it far too much, and I feel myself edging to the end just from this stimulation. So I pull out and take my hands off you and look down to your sweet, perfect face. 

Fuck you for being so beautiful.

"Tell me," I ask.

"I can't," you say with a wavering voice. 

So I pull your head off the mattress another few inches and I place my balls over your mouth. There's is no need for a command; you're already licking and sucking. And as you do, I stroke myself, pumping my hand as your tongue makes it way over me. 

Then I growl, shutter, shake and explode.

I rub my cum into your skin and you whisper "thank you, Daddy," over and over again. This task takes about a minute and, when I'm done, I get you to your feet as gently as I can. You're on shaking legs and you lean into me for support, so I wrap an arm around your waist. You place one around my back and that touch means more to me than anything else tonight. I know you're only using me because you're weak, but I've been used for worse.

In the shower you're a different person. You press your body against me as the hot water pours over us kiss my chest tenderly. You lay back against the facet wall and instruct me, in your softest voice, on how to clean you with the loofah. How to wipe the sweat and the dirt and the cum off you. And when you are done we shut off the water and I take the towel over your skin, drying you like a child in awe. We tie up your hair and then you dry me.

Then we float to the bed and strip off the comforter, shake the toys to the floor, and meet under the covers. We lay on our sides, one hand on your stomach, the other snaked under you neck and laid across your chest. I with the towel wasn't there just so I could kiss your hair, however much you detest it.

And it is only then, when you press back against me, that you give me what I need in return.

"I love you," is all you say and all I can do is nod.



Mine



Valentine's Day didn't usually hold much significance for me; I can think of only one that stands out and it happened my senior year in high school. My boyfriend had climbed up the old Sycamore tree in my backyard, rapping lightly on my bedroom window whispering, "Valentine Delivery Jenn." His delivery was a bottle of massage oil. We'd had a great time "massaging" each other into the wee hours of the morning until my little sister walked in wondering why my bed was squeaking. I had to bribe her with my allowance every week after that until I left for college so that she wouldn't tell my parents. Now I'm 28, and for the first time since that memorable high school affair, I was looking forward to February 14th.

This year I knew Valentine's Day would be significant for one simple reason: I would be with Mark. Well, that had been the plan, anyway. We'd made a reservation at our favorite Italian restaurant, a quaint romantic little place called Giovanni's that had great wine, soft candlelight, and delicious home-made pasta. Our first date had been at Giovanni's, so it was a special place for us. While I would usually consider going out to dinner on Valentine's Day run-of-the-mill, being with Mark was never ordinary. The after dinner celebration, I knew, would be particularly memorable, putting the high school adventure to shame. Dinner at Giovanni's, then each other for dessert at his place; I had been looking forward it all week.

"Still delayed," Mark groaned into his phone. He was on a business trip to Boston, a city he'd most likely try to avoid in the winter from now on. A Nor'easter had barreled through the "City on a Hill" leaving it inundated with snow. He'd been gone for a week, which had seemed like an eternity. We had been pretty much inseparable over the past six months; I think this was the first time we'd been apart for more than a day. Until his absence I hadn't realized how strong our bond had become. I ached for him, to see his smile, and to tell him about my day and hear about his. I longed to have his strong arms around me, to taste him, to stare into his eyes as he slowly entered me, feeling my slick heat stretch to accommodate his thick length. I wanted him home badly.

The last time we talked he'd finally had good news: "We're in line for take-off. I'll make it back, but late. I called Giovanni's and rescheduled for next weekend." On a whim I had decided to email a picture of myself to his Blackberry in the sexy outfit I'd bought to wear out to dinner. "Check your email before take-off. I'm going to send you something," I'd said. He could enjoy looking at my tastefully fitted strapless black dress for his "in flight entertainment". The dress hugged my curves in all the right places and clung halfway down my breasts revealing a tantalizing view of my cleavage. He was quite fond of my breasts, so he would love it. 

In his absence, I'd made plans to go dancing with some friends at The Red Door. "Beth and Sandi?" he asked, irritation in his voice. "Kelly too," I replied. Beth, Sandi, and Kelly had been my once a month clubbing buddies before Mark and I hooked up. I could understand Mark's displeasure that I would be spending Valentine's Day out on the town without him, but I hadn't seen my friends in a while. Hopefully the photographic visual would put an end to his irritable mood. Along with the photo, I emailed him the link to the club's website so he would know where to find me when he got home. By now he was cruising somewhere around 30,000 feet and I would soon be at The Red Door instead of having my romantic dinner with Mark.

Once at the club, I wasn't sure if joining my friends had been the right choice. I wasn't used to the singles "market" atmosphere anymore and it felt weird. Maybe it would have been better to curl up in Mark's bed and watch a movie. When I had called Beth earlier to complain about my screwed up plans, she had insisted that I go out dancing. "Come on Jenn! Spend the evening with us," Beth had said. "Mark won't be home until late. It will be like old times!" I love to dance, so it had seemed like a good activity to get my mind off missing Mark. I'd agreed to go, but had insisted that Beth drive in case Mark made it home in time to pick me up.

The Red Door was one of our favorite dance spots. As usual we were greeted with bright flashing lights and a fast steady dance beat. We downed a few drinks and then hit the dance floor together for a set of over-synthesized 80's music. After returning from a quick trip to the rest room I saw that my friends had hooked up with dance partners, so I sat by myself and sipped another cosmo, nursing a light buzz. At least they were each enjoying their Valentine's Day with someone of the opposite sex. I sighed.

I felt sort of guilty being in a club on Valentine's Day when the only man I wanted was stuck on a plane somewhere over the Continental United States. My mind wandered, wondering what he would do to get me squirming and moaning under him tonight. I felt that familiar throbbing pulse between my legs. God, I hope he got home soon. It had been a long week without him.

Luckily Mark could fly on his company plane. He would have plenty of leg-room, decent food, and a big reclining seat. But it was a long flight from Boston to Seattle and he would probably be exhausted by the time he got home. If he was too tired to fuck me the way a girl should be fucked by her man on Valentine's Day, I would just have to take charge, push him back on the bed straddling him, and ride his hard shaft feverishly until we both exploded in delicious release. Mark usually preferred being the dominant one in bed, which I loved, but variety is the spice of life, right? Yes, I could definitely loosen him up after the long flight, tired or not. I'm sure he had as much pent up sexual energy as I did after our week apart. We hadn't gone more than a few days without sex since we'd been together. I was hungry for him. My sex life had definitely taken a turn for the better these past 6 months.

I have always liked sex, but I never used to think frequently about it. Sex with Mark was so incredible that I now thought about sex all the time. I've only been with 3 other men in my 28 years. I am a relationship kind of girl and have never been into casual sex. None of my past boyfriends satisfied me the way Mark did. Not even close. I honestly hadn't realized what I was missing. Before Mark the sex had been okay; I'd have the occasional orgasm here and there, which I obviously enjoyed, but with Mark it was glorious every time. I was assured orgasmic satisfaction either by his cock, his wickedly talented tongue, his fingers, or any combination of the three.

One boyfriend, Nick, a handsome architect I'd dated a couple of years ago, had tried to convince me to talk dirty during sex, saying things like, "Screw my hot wet pussy with your big dick." The passion wasn't there, so I'd felt like an idiot. With Mark I had no choice about being shy or not trying new things. With Mark, I did utter naughty things now and again. I couldn't help it. He worked me into such a hot frenzy that my body and mind reverted to some sort of instinctive animalistic response. I craved sex with Mark. I needed him, just like I needed food or water. Our sex was frequent, passionate, varied, and noisy. I was happy to be in any position my body would allow as long as he was filling me with his lovely stiff cock.

I used to think that Mark's being older (34) and more experienced was why he was so good in bed. I assumed he'd spent his 20's sowing his wild oats like most guys, satisfying his young hormone filled body, harboring an amateur concern for his partners' needs. By grad school I imagined him being more conscientious of a lady's pleasure. Mark was now an experienced and thoughtful lover, but I realized that what we had together required more than just his good technique or self-control. The chemistry that flowed between Mark and me was irrepressible and so deliciously hot. Just being in the same room with Mark made me weak in the knees and wet between my thighs, even after 6 months. Neither of us had ever felt this heightened level of sexual chemistry before; it was pure feverish lust from the start.

The start was nine months ago when I was attending a lunch meeting at St. Andrews, a local private high school. The school had hired me to help plan their upcoming auction. (I run a home business that coordinates fundraising events for various organizations) My stomach dropped when Mark walked in the room . . . similar to the feeling you get when you take the big plunge on a roller coaster, when your heart rate accelerates and you feel like your breath has been knocked out of you. 

Mark was tall and athletically built. His lithe controlled gait gave me the impression that he played sports. His lean muscular build suggested something requiring endurance and strength-soccer or lacrosse maybe. His beautiful blue-green eyes had widened when they saw me, then he'd smiled, his eyes holding mine while he reached out his hand in introduction. 

"Hi. My name is Mark. Mark Owen." 

"Jennifer Rossi," I managed to stammer. As I leaned over the table to shake his hand, he took in my appearance. I noticed him glance down the opening of my white blouse that showed just a peak of the plump graceful curves of my cleavage. His eyes traveled back to mine, then he quickly looked away, clearing his throat and reddening slightly. I motioned to the chair directly across from me. "Please have a seat," I said, inwardly pleased that he'd taken more than a cursory notice of me. "We were just about to get started." 

Mark was an alumnus of St. Andrews, class of '93. His attendance at the meeting was due to the fact that he was donating a private flight to and from Hawaii on his company's Gulfstream G250. I listened to the sound of his voice as he discussed amenities of the jet. It was husky, and he spoke in a thoughtful, intelligent, and confident manner. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. 

"I think we should all take a field trip on your plane so that we can vouch for its comfort," I quipped, "Maybe a quick trip from Boeing Field to B.C.?" We all laughed. His eyes were beautiful too, framed with thick dark lashes; when he smiled, they shined. His dark hair was cut short, sporty, and his face was lightly tanned like he spent time enjoying the outdoors. All together it made for quite a sexy package.

I noticed that he was trying to nonchalantly check me out too. I caught him staring at me and his eyes crinkled up in amusement at being caught, one corner of his mouth quirking up in a mischievous smile. I returned his look coyly with my pretty ice blue eyes, one of my best features. My girlfriends had always teased me that I had "bedroom eyes" because they are so large and expressive. I typically wore mascara and a bit of eyeliner to accent them. Thankfully I'd taken the time this morning to look my best for the meeting.

I stood up to present the auction timeline I'd put together on a flip chart, giving Mark a chance to let his eyes wander. Being 28, I was proud to still have the body of a collegiate. Like most young professional women my age, work took up most of my time, but I still committed to exercising regularly. It gave me energy for my long days at work and kept me feeling good about myself and, well, sexy. A few of my old college friends had let themselves go once their careers were in full swing, but I hadn't taken that path. 

While I am no beauty queen, I have always been happy with my appearance. I am a bit on the sporty side, my legs long and shapely thanks to the competitive tennis and soccer leagues I played in. The lines of my body are sinuous; breasts, waist, and hips flowing into the each other gracefully. While I don't have the triple letter eye-popping chest of a Hollywood star (thankfully), my breasts are quite a handful for most men. Every male who had ever seen them in their naked glory usually gave them their immediate, rapt, and undivided attention . . . a benefit I enjoyed immensely. They hadn't failed me today either; Mark had noticed them first thing.

I watched Mark's lips as he discussed the dates that the plane would be available. "We don't plan work trips over major holidays, so all of those dates are open," he said. His lips looked soft, yet firm, like they knew just how to kiss a woman. I imagined what it would feel like to have those sexy lips kissing me . . . kissing, and licking, and sucking down my neck, his strong hands wandering, unbuttoning my blouse, and slowly exploring my unknown territory. I suddenly realized that someone had asked me a question and I was jolted back to reality. "Sorry, I missed that. What did you say?" I said feigning hearing loss. Lord, how could I be thinking such things during a work meeting? What had gotten into me? I adjusted my laptop screen and struggled to focus my attention for the rest of the meeting. 

As the meeting came to a close I had one last agenda item to cover. "I have one more position I need filled," I said, "Does anyone know of a good person I can train as next year's procurement chair?" As part of my job I offer to train my clients so that they can run the fundraisers themselves after I leave. St. Andrews could choose to retain me as a consultant, but they wouldn't have the expense of hiring me full time again.

"I would love to take on that challenge," I heard Mark say. "I think this project will be very rewarding for me." He had looked directly into my eyes as he'd said those last four words. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I answered, "Great. I'll email you my proposed meeting dates and we can try to mesh our schedules." I smiled, clicked my laptop shut, and adjourned the meeting. He must have liked what he saw.

Mark emailed me immediately the next day saying that he could attend all of the meetings. We saw each other weekly after that. Mark was incredibly sharp and a fast learner. He had a lot of contacts in the community as a result of his business connections, so he was perfect for the procurement position. "Is there anyone you don't know around here?" I asked one afternoon. "I grew up in the area, so I have a lot of longtime friends. Work connects me with a lot of people too," he replied smiling. Charismatic and smart – I was liking this guy more and more. Our furtive glances gradually grew bolder each week as the chemistry flowed silently and electrically between us. Several months later, after our last meeting, Mark invited me join him for dinner at Giovanni's. We have been together ever since.

Together except for on Valentine's Day, that is. I wiggled uncomfortably as I watched my friends dance under the flashing lights. The sexy new hot pink and black bra-thong ensemble I'd bought for the occasion chafed under my black strapless dress. "For the love of Peter, Paul, and Mary," I muttered under my breath, "Why didn't I change into something else?"

My intention had been for Mark to tear my bra and panties off leaving them strewn across the floor, or wherever they happened to land. I hadn't planned to wear them for hours, let alone dance in the flimsy things. The French satin and lace lingerie wasn't made for extended wear. It offered a tantalizing view of my breasts, pushed up and jiggling with every movement, my nipples erect and begging for attention. The lace-trimmed panties delicately framed my pussy and hid a little Valentine surprise. I had waxed for Mark, leaving a neatly trimmed triangle pointing the way to my hidden silky smooth pussy lips. I couldn't wait to see his expression at the discovery and to feel his tongue lap hungrily at my sensitive soft surprise.

I checked my iPhone hoping Mark's plane had landed, but my inbox was empty. When I looked up from checking my messages, I noticed a young man standing in front of me, smiling, holding out his hand in an invitation to dance. "Hi. I'm Brad," he said. "It's just plain wrong for a pretty lady like you to be sitting alone on Valentine's Day. Would you like to dance?" What a line, I thought smiling to myself. He must be a young one. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, I accepted. "I'm Jen," I said, "Maybe for just one set."

My intention had been to dance with just my girlfriends tonight, so I felt a small pang of guilt. I pushed the feeling aside. It's not like dancing with some random guy I didn't care about was cheating. It was just dancing for goodness sake. I slipped my phone away and stepped out onto the dance floor. I might as well keep myself busy instead of staring at the table fantasizing about Mark. After all, it wasn't really fair of me to expect my girlfriends to stick by my side the entire night and not have a little romantic fun themselves. It was Valentine's Day after all. 

Brad and I had been dancing for a while when I started feeling uneasy. I noticed him staring unabashedly at my low cut strapless dress watching my breasts sway and bounce as I danced. I glanced down and noticed my nipples poking through the thin cotton fabric of my dress. On no! I hoped he hadn't been staring for too long, but he probably had. I honestly hadn't been paying much attention to Brad, not wanting to give him the wrong impression, but apparently from the dazed look on his face I had been leaving quite an impression. I had been in my own little world enjoying dancing to some really good music. Damn push up bra! It was serving it's visual purpose, but not for the man I'd intended. I hope Brad didn't think I'd been purposely putting on a show for him. 

As soon as the music set ended I looked over toward our table hoping my girlfriends had ordered another round of drinks giving me an easy excuse to escape. I froze in shock, my body flooding with heat, as I saw Mark standing stiffly next to our table. He was dressed in his hot designer denim and a trendy dark purple dress shirt, unbuttoned slightly with the sleeves rolled up. His hands were stuffed in his pockets and I could see his arm muscles straining, veins popping out on his forearms. Mark's beautiful eyes, glowing with displeasure, glared dangerously at my fitted dress, my dance partner, and then at me. I quickly excused myself and ran over to him, throwing my arms around his neck, inhaling the fabulous spicy/musky scent of his cologne and body heat mixed together. "Mark! You made it!" I exclaimed. 

He pulled me tightly against his body, wrapping his arms low around my waist, and kissed me long and hard, his tongue forcefully meeting mine. The taste of his mouth and the feel of his tongue sent my pulse racing. A warm glowing wetness flowed between my legs, feeling more slippery than ever on my newly waxed folds. Before breaking our kiss, Mark's hands slowly moved up my sides, discreetly brushing under my breasts as he pulled away. I looked up at his handsome face and noticed him looking past me giving Brad a possessive warning stare. Brad's shoulders slumped in defeat and he quickly disappeared into the crowd of grooving bodies to find his buddies. 

I was a bit taken aback by Mark's response. He had never shown any signs of jealousy or possessiveness before. He turned toward my friends and I saw that they were all grinning stupidly at me with knowing looks in their eyes. While I didn't share the intimate details of my sex life with my girlfriends, they knew it was hot and good. Mark politely excused us by saying, "You girls are great. Thanks for keeping Jennifer busy tonight. You won't mind my stealing her away?" He turned to look at me, a predatory gleam in his eyes, as he secured his arm around my waist, and pulled me toward the door, handling me more forcefully than he ever had before.

Mark shuttled me to his sleek black sports car in silence. He opened my door, and shutting it aggressively behind me. I didn't quite know what to make of his mood and couldn't believe he was mad at me for dancing with another man, well boy really. We saw each other exclusively and it wasn't like I had been stepping out on him. We focused on maintaining honesty and trust in our relationship and we'd never doubted each other. I hoped tonight I hadn't ruined that trust. Mark hadn't told me that he loved me yet, nor had I spoken those words to him, but there was no doubt in my mind that I was in love with him. I always believed he felt the same way, but suddenly I felt insecure. I wouldn't have spent every free moment of the past 6 months by his side unless I wanted only him. Surely he must know that? 




Mine



He sat in the driver's seat for a moment, his mouth tight and his eyes closed, before leaning forward to start the engine. He had yet to speak to me and didn't seem inclined to meet my concerned gaze. He revved the engine and put it in gear. As we sped away I wondered what to say to take his anger away. I never imagined we would spend our first Valentine's Day arguing.

It was late and the streets were empty. When we came to a stop at a traffic light I wordlessly reached over to grab his warm hand, squeezing softly, searching his face for some clue to his feelings. He pulled my hand to his lips, kissing gently. I could feel his hot breath tickle my hand. He looked into my eyes as he flicked his tongue firmly across each of my fingertips in speculative suggestion.

His lusty gaze moved to my body, eyes roving down to my black strappy heals-then up my bare legs-across my flat belly-to the top of my strapless dress. My breasts, pushed high, were heaving in response to his suggestive kisses. He released my hand and traced his fingertips across my lips, slowly down my neck, to my breast, grasping and feeling its weight through my dress. Fondling gently, he spoke. "Do you have any idea how long my flight was knowing that you were wearing that incredibly sexy dress . . . in a dance club all night without me . . . knowing that all the men must be . . . must be . . . ogling you . . . scheming to take you home and . . . and . . ." He couldn't finish the sentence. He was so upset he could hardly get the words out. "You should have seen the way that guy was checking you out!"

I had seen the way Brad had looked at me and I can't say I disagreed with Mark's assessment. Mark looked at me, jealousy in his eyes, and then kissed me hard like he had at the club, his tongue seeking mine possessively. The gentle fondling stopped. He was now squeezing and kneading my breast roughly until I gasped from the unexpected pressure. My eyes sprang open to meet his fevered stare. His groping stopped abruptly and he dropped his hand quickly, eyes back on the road. He ran his finger across his lower lip, wiping at the wetness of our kiss, and set his mouth in a stern line again. He stepped hard on the gas. 

I crossed my arms on my chest, one hand gently cupping my breast. I stared away from him, out the window, thinking that I should be mad at his rough treatment and ridiculous misinterpretation of events. Even though our sex was often spirited, Mark had never handled me with aggression. He hadn't actually hurt me, but my nipple throbbed lightly and my breast felt hot and flushed. I squirmed slightly in my seat, pressing my legs together and softly rubbed my breast. I realized that I was feeling somewhat turned on by his jealous treatment. Suddenly I was desperate for him to take me home, to possess me, to own me. Looking over at his profile, jaw tight with anger, I knew I wouldn't be the dominant one in bed tonight after all. 

Mark slowed the car as he turned onto his drive, winding down the road flanked by huge old cedars and maples trees. The windows of his sprawling renovated ranch style house were dark, the only illumination coming from the sconce above the glass double front doors.

He parked in the driveway and came around to open my door, offering his hand to help me out of the car. "I've got your bag," he said quietly. We walked in silence to the front door and he dropped my hand while he fumbled for the key. He swung the door open, stepping back, allowing me to walk in first. I hung my coat on the hook next to the large framed full-length mirror in the entry. I took a deep breath preparing myself for the conversation I knew was to come.

"Mark," I started. Before I could turn around and finish my sentence, his hands gripped my waist roughly pulling me back against his chest. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes as he brushed my long hair off my shoulder and hungrily kissed the sensitive hollow of my neck. "I missed you Mark," I whispered.

"How much did you miss me?" he said darkly, tauntingly. He felt his way down from my waist, stopping between my legs, his sure hand rubbing and squeezing my aching core. "Mmmmissed . . .so much . . . oh . . . so good," was all I could manage in response. 

He moved me right in front of the mirror, the porch light shining through the glass doors, illuminating my silhouette, as he continued his ministrations. He watched the reflection of my face, my desire evident, as he stroked and teased me through the fabric. His glittering eyes traveled over me, calculating.

The next thing I knew his hands had grasped the fabric of my dress, forcefully stripping the bodice down to my hips so that I stood half naked in front of the mirror. One side of the black and pink bra had come down too leaving one breast exposed, the large dark circle of my nipple standing out in contrast against the paleness of my skin. His hands slid up my bare stomach, grabbing my breasts, pushing them together and apart as he watched in the mirror. He reached down and in one quick motion pulled my dress the rest of the way down so it lay puddled at my feet. As I bent to step out of my dress, he unclasped my bra, letting it fall. I was standing in front of the full-length mirror in my panties and heels. 

"You are so beautiful Jenn," he said huskily as he looked at me in the mirror, "So damn sexy and beautiful." He turned me around, pulling me close, his hands roving up and down my body caressing me hungrily. He began to say something else, but I cut him off, kissing his full lips, needing that intimate wet bond. "For . . . my . . . eyes . . . only," he murmured angrily between kisses, grabbing and squeezing my ass with every word, "Mine."

He bent slightly, effortlessly picking me up, wrapping my legs around him. I could feel his hard excitement press against my thin panties. I glanced at our reflection in the mirror, his hands clinging to my ass, my near nakedness pressed against his fully clothed body. I felt wanton and naughty and very sexy. I began to unbutton his shirt, my fingers fumbling in haste, as he carried me to his bedroom. I wanted him naked and inside of me within seconds of being on that bed. 

Apparently he had a different plan. He flicked on the light as we entered his room and walked over to his closet, reaching in and yanking the long sturdy tie off his robe. We fell onto the bed, my legs still wrapped around him, his weight pressing me firmly against the sheets. We began kissing fervently, my lips sucking and biting at his. "Fuck me Mark," I said desperately. 

He pulled himself up on his knees, straddling me, holding me still while he quickly wrapped the long tie around my wrists, knotting the fabric so that my hands were useless. He then grabbed my wrists, leaning over me, and lifted them above my head. I realized, as he fumbled above me, that he was tying my hands to the headboard.

"Mark," I said laughing. "What are you doing?" He sat back straddling me again, admiring his handiwork. His smiled a naughty half-smile and didn't answer. His unbuttoned shirt fell open exposing the smooth hard skin of his chest. He slowly began pulling it off his shoulders exposing the well-defined muscles of his chest, and let it fall onto the floor. He ran his hands down my body, tweaking my nipples, before standing up to undo his belt, slowly pulling it out of the loops. I felt helpless and vulnerable as I lay sprawled in front of him, watching him undress.

"Mark, I want you. Come down here. Please. Let me touch you." I pulled at my bonds helplessly, but couldn't release myself. "You are mine, Jenn," he growled. "I don't know how many men were leering at you tonight, but I'm insanely jealous. I intend to show you how "mine" you are and I plan to take my time about it." He unzipped his pants, pulling them down, underwear and all, so that he stood naked in front of me. 

He was ready for me, no doubt about it. In general, I never thought of a cock as being a particularly attractive body part, but Mark's was beautiful. His was long, but not excessively so. For me the "bigger is better" phrase wasn't about length. What I loved most was his thickness. He was a tight fit, but I was always wet and ready for him, so his size was never a problem. He filled me completely when we joined and I constantly craved the slick hot friction we made together.

I looked naughtily into his eyes and spread my legs in invitation. "Not yet," he eyed me sternly. "I want my Valentine dessert first." He climbed on the bed, bracing his arms on either side of my hips and bent down to tongue my belly button. "Very nice," he whispered appreciatively, admiring my new panties at close range. "You'll have to wear these for me again."

He ran his tongue across the satin, and buried his face between my thighs rubbing his nose and mouth back and forth, breathing in deeply. "You smell so good, baby. Mmm . . . I want to taste you." He hooked his hands in my panties and jerked them down my hips, like he was tearing the wrapping off a wonderful surprise. His surprise! I had forgotten. I strained to see his face, watching for his reaction.

He slipped my underwear over my feet leaving me clad only in my heels now. His fingernails lightly scratched up the backs of my bent thighs leaving a wake of goose bumps; he pulled my legs up and spread me open. I trembled expectantly as he began kissing and licking between my thighs toward my pussy, already dripping with anticipation. I felt him freeze suddenly and while I couldn't see his face, I heard him moan with desire. I smiled. He loved it! He dove at my pussy, licking seductively up my smooth slit, exploring the new texture with his tongue and lapping up my flowing juices. I groaned over and over in pleasure. "Sohot!" he mumbled, not willing to tear himself away from my pussy to speak clearly.

I felt myself losing control and desperately wanted Mark thrusting deep inside of me. I bucked my hips suggestively, but he gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, and said firmly, "No - be still. I'm not done yet." His tongue began slowly circling my clit over and over and over again. God, he knew this drove me crazy! Faster circling now. "Mmmm . . . Mark . . . god . . . ohhh . . ." I couldn't form a coherent sentence.

I heard him chuckle as he flicked his tongue quickly on the tip of my bud, then thrust it in and out of my dripping hole, and then circled my clit again repeatedly. He continued eating my pussy relentlessly, circling, flicking, thrusting, until I was moaning and panting continually, pulling at my bonds, rolling my head back and forth on the pillow.

I felt my orgasm building, the tingling heat beginning to spread down my thighs. He was straining to hold me still now so that he could eat me with exacting precision. He slid a finger into my wet hole and began stroking and pressing my g-spot rhythmically while still torturing me unforgivingly with his tongue. The searing pulse of my orgasm shook me, each wave stronger than the last, the sensations rippling out from my pussy, tingling down my thighs and up to my nipples, the waves crashing up and down, back and forth, as I cried out in pleasure. My toes curled in my trembling heals. Gradually the rocking of my hips subsided and he rested his cheek on my small triangle of hair, breathing in the scent of my orgasm. After a few moments he looked up at me, his eyes dark with excitement, and said quietly, "Best dessert I've ever had." I smiled slightly and closed my eyes, too weak for speech, and felt my racing heart begin to slow.

I came to myself again as I felt the soft bed compress and shake as he climbed over me pressing his body on top of mine. I felt the hard need of him lying in wait between my legs and we began kissing, the tangy sweet taste of my pleasure passing from his tongue to mine. "Untie me now?" I asked as he paused for a moment.

"No. I'm going to have my way with you," he murmured into my ear. "Open your eyes. Look at me." He stared intensely into my eyes. "Enjoy that, did you?" he asked, one brow arched deviously.

"You know I did," I said feeling my cheeks flush, recalling my noisy response to his attentions, "I always do."

He ran his fingers through my hair, grasping it and pulling my head to the side so he could lick and kiss the hollow of my neck. "Do you think dance club boy could eat your pussy like that?" he whispered evilly, the predatory gleam back in his eyes. He circled and flicked his tongue on my neck as a reminder, like I needed one. "Has any man ever eaten your pussy like that, making you writhe and moan out of control?" 

"Untie me now!" I exclaimed, embarrassed by his teasing. I twisted my wrists futilely. "I don't think so," he said with finality.

He began kissing me urgently and I felt his hips begin to move, his cock sliding up and down my slit, covering him in my juices. He closed his eyes, concentrating, as he rubbed his dick between my pussy lips, nudging my clit at the top of each stroke. I moaned and felt my pulse quicken again. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders leaving me open and vulnerable to his assault. He held his cock in one hand, swirling the fat head around my aching wet hole, circling, circling, but not entering, sliding up to tease my clit before coming down again to tease my hole.

"Fuck me. Now . . . please," I gasped. I was desperate. Maybe begging would help? "Please, I'll do anything. Please . . . please?" 

"Answer my question," he said, continuing his torturous movements, waiting for my reply. He was in complete control of my body; I was bound and under his mercy. 

"Why are you doing this to me?" I groaned, "I've been dying for you to fuck me all week, and now you won't!" I started to get mad. He couldn't force me to answer and I decided to assert myself the only way I could. "I'm not going to answer," I said acidly. "You know anyway."

I unexpectedly felt three quick hard slaps on my bottom and I squealed in surprise. My skin felt hot and prickly where he'd spanked me, but he immediately began gently stroking the hot spot, which caused a flood of fresh wetness to seep out of my pussy. This was new. He smiled nastily as he felt the rush of wetness between my legs, his strokes spreading the fresh lubrication all around my pussy. I was slick from my triangle all the way down to my ass cheeks.

"You enjoyed that," he said surprised. "I'll keep doing it until you answer." 

I wouldn't mind him spanking me again, but not incessantly, so I submitted and answered his question. "No man has ever eaten me like you do," I whispered, not meeting his curious gaze. I looked up into his eyes, then, and said more boldly, "You make me so damn hot that I can't control myself."

Mark's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Dance club boy got pretty hot and bothered watching your tits jiggle. Can't say I blame him, the bastard. I get hot watching them bounce when we fuck. I'm going to get behind and really make you move." All thought left me as he began licking and sucking my hard nipples, flicking his tongue over the tips, my clit throbbing with an electric jolt each time. He grabbed the black heals off my feet, chucking them onto the floor, as he lowered my legs from his shoulders.

Not being able to maneuver myself with bound hands, he put his arm under me and swiftly flipped me over off my back. He lifted me up on my knees bringing my pussy to the perfect height for his penetration. He spread my legs wide with his knees, circled his cock head around my steaming hole, before sinking his wonderful hardness to the hilt in one firm thrust. We groaned in satisfaction.

He began screwing me in earnest, pulling out slowly and then thrusting in quickly in a steady rhythm. Each time he pulled out, my pussy would grasp his cock in protest, begging him not to go. The tight slick friction felt divine. When fully embedded, he would rotate his hips, his thick cock teasing every inch of me, before retreating again.

My breasts were swinging out of control beneath me. I arched my back, tossing my long hair, feeling sexy and indecent knowing it turned him on so much. He reached his hands under me, his fingers loosely cupping my breasts, letting my nipples rub against his palms as they bounced, tweaking and rolling them between his fingertips now and again. "You feel so good, baby . . . so hot and wet."

He screwed me until my senses reeled. Smell, sound, sight, touch were mixed into a heated blur. The air was humid, filled with the spicy-sweet scent of our coupling. Mark moaned and grunted in ecstasy, his pelvis slapping against my ass, as I cried out incoherently. His burning desire was equal to my own. I couldn't get enough. I wanted more. I didn't want it to end. My hips thrust back at his as he rode me on and on.

"I want to watch you come, baby. Come on my cock," he murmured. I gasped suddenly as he pulled out completely, rolling me over so we were face to face.

Mark spread my thighs and pressed them back toward my shoulders, allowing him the deepest possible access. He braced his arms on either side of me and slid back inside in an instant. He leaned into me, the bed giving under our weight, fucking deeply, massaging my slippery clit with each stroke. Before long my pussy began to grip his cock urgently, milking him in need, a sign of my impending orgasm. All I could do was gasp wildly as my orgasm slammed through me. He tangled his fingers in my disheveled hair, holding my face to his, saying, "Jenn . . . ahhh . . . fuck!" He grunted, his control slipping as his own tender agony overtook him. I stared into his eyes as each glorious wave of pleasure jolted through my pussy, the contractions squeezing his cock relentlessly, driving his orgasm harder and longer. 

I don't know how long we lay together after that, Mark cradling me in his arms. My head rested on his chest and I felt his strong steady heartbeat under my fingertips. I realized that he must have unbound my hands. I looked up into his face, his smile no longer mischievous, but satisfied.

"Mine." he stated huskily, his hand squeezing my hip. He gently traced his fingers up and down my back. "Will you be mine?" This time it was a question. 

"Always, " I whispered.

"I love you, baby" he said with a quiet passion. "Happy Valentine's Day." 

"I love you too Mark . . .I love you so much."



Mine



This is my first try at writing erotica. I would like to thank whotrere70 for all her encouragement. You rock!



Making out with her, things were getting hot, as usual, but there was something more tonight. I could feel it, tonight was going to be THE night! I removed her bra, using it to temporally tie her hands together, as I continued kissing her mouth and breasts. Man she had the softest lips, and some great tits. I untangled myself for her limbs, to get out my strap-on. Looking in the "toy chest" I smiled as I looked at the array of "toys", yup, tonight was definitely gonna be it. Placing the strap-on aside, I pulled out one of the wrist cuffs and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. My heart started beating faster, and my clit pounded impossibly harder as she smiled back at me. Fastening the cuff securely to her wrist, I reached in the drawer and grabbed the other cuff. After getting both cuffs around her wrists, I clipped the two together and hooked them to the headboard. Next I pulled out the nipple clamps, nipping, sucking her nipple to hard points, I put the clamps in place, putting them on very lightly, for now. The ankle cuffs were the next item retrieved, this time she raised her eyebrow at me, and I was the one with the smile. She was now spread as far apart as possible and tied in place. Hot! Absofuckinlutely hot! Casually, I took out the leather paddle, blindfold, lube, butt plug and anything else I saw that I might want to use, placing them out so she can see them and wonder. Joining her on the bed, I started kissing her and playing with her breasts, tugging on the nipple clamps. Just as she was really getting into it, I stopped, grabbed the strap-on and headed towards the door. When I glanced over my shoulder to look at her, the look of stunned disbelief on her face made me quicken my pace before I broke down in laughter. Laughter can be good during sex, but at this precise moment, it would be a bad thing...very bad.

Struggling to regain my composure, I walked to the kitchen for some water. I had been gone for about five minutes, figuring that was a long enough absence, I headed back to the bedroom. I didn't' want to dampen the sexual tension that had been building, and most importantly, didn't want to piss her off. When I got back into the room, I was wearing the strap-on and a shirt, the shirt being long enough to just hide the toy.

Without saying anything, I walked up to the bed, starting at her ankles, I kissed my way up to her pussy, but wouldn't kiss it, just all around it. I kissed my way up to her tits pulling lightly on the clamps, and finally her lips. When I lay on top of her, she could feel my cock pressing into her, I let it rub against her clit for a while getting her all worked up then left again. The look on her face as I left the room pretty much told me I was not on her favorite person list, and if this wasn't worth it, I was in deep shit.

When I came back in a few minutes later, I was carrying a towel, wash cloth, razor, shaving gel and water. Lathering her up, I made sure to pay extra attention to her clit. I shaved everything but a small strip of hair, the landing strip, making sure I got the lips and everything nice and smooth, with a lot of clit play involved, not enough to get her off, just enough to drive her crazy. Washing her pussy again, I left to get rid of the supplies.

The only way to make sure I got everything shaved to my satisfaction is to test it with my tongue, slowly. Gently biting and sucking each pussy lip, dipping my tongue into her cunt, tasting her juices and completely avoiding her clit. And I did just that, she was begging for release, so I ...stopped.

It was now my turn. I am so turned on and hot right now, I need some release so I could continue to torture, tease and please her. I remove my cock and lower my drenched pussy on her face, letting her taste and tease me just a little. But I don't let her get me off, that is what she wants to do, but that would be too nice. Just when I am about to come, I tighten the nipple clamps and get off her face. Sitting on the bed next to her I make her watch me masturbate, as I am pulling on the chains that connect the clamps together. I do let her clean my finger when I am done...see I can do nice.

I move to undo her ankles so I can turn her over. When she is on her stomach, she tries to grind her pussy into the bed for some release, since I didn't say she could, this earns her a nice smack on the ass with the paddle. 

I love a woman's ass almost as much as her tits, and she has a really nice ass! Rubbing my hand all over her back side, I know I will be there for a while, kissing, biting, and licking my new playground. Can't forget that I gotta leave a hickey or two there to mark it as mine! Slowly I run my tongue over her hole, working my tongue inside, a little at a time. Getting it all nice and wet before slipping my thumb inside her, slowly fucking her ass with my thumb while the rest of my hand teases her clit, fucking her faster until she was just about to come, then I pull out of her, and give her another slap on the ass. You can just see the frustration on her face now...I love it. I just grin at her.

I turn her over so she is laying on her back again, and let one hand loose. I grab the lube, put some in her hand and bring her hand to my cock, and make her give me a hand job, telling her just how I want her to do it, until I am almost ready to come again, then I pull away and retie her hand back up to the bed. God, if looks could kill...I'm telling ya!

Because of the nasty looks she was giving me, I leave the room again, letting her know why I'm leaving. I'm gone for about five minutes, when I return, I am smoking the rest of the joint we has shared earlier. Inhaling the smoke, I press our mouths together, exhaling into her mouth, kissing her hard. I end the kiss, and sit on the end of the bed finishing the joint, just taking in the sight of her naked body, sprawled out and tied to my bed...fucking hot!!!

After putting out the roach, I lay next to her on the bed, playing with her breasts. Taking a nipple in my mouth, I bite it right before I remove the clamp with my teeth. She arches up to my mouth as I take in more of her breast and suck on it like I am trying to feed from her. As I move to her other nipple to repeat my actions, my hand slides down her body to her landing strip. Playing and pulling the curls before my fingers slide lower, man is she wet! Right as I bite her nipple I shove two fingers inside her. God, I love the feeling of a juicy pussy surrounding my fingers. Soon I am sliding a third finger inside of her, and latching onto her clit with my mouth. The orgasm that hits her lifts her ass completely off the bed and almost dislodges my mouth from her pussy.

I give her a few minutes to catch her breath before I climb on top of her and place my cock at the entrance to her cunt. Kissing her, I shove all of me into her and just lay there. She is fighting the bindings now, I know she want to touch me, hold me, but that's not gonna happen. I am far from done with her, she just doesn't know it yet. Slowly I start moving inside her, just thinking about what I have planned for her next is getting me so fucking hot, that without realizing it I am slamming into faster and harder than I had intended. Too late to slow down or stop now, I am so close to coming, I couldn't stop if I had to. Kissing my way to her ear, I whisper "cum for me bitch". Her orgasm brings me over the edge and we cum together, loudly.

Laying on top of her catching my breath, I can feel her heart pounding in her chest. I raise my head to look into her eyes, smiling, because what I have planned next is something we have talked about but never tried before. She must see something in my eyes because a questioning look comes over her face, making me grin even more. Slowly I ease out of her, and sit up, grabbing for the bottle of water. Taking a long drink, I lift her head and offer her some. She tells me that if I would loosen up the restraints, she could do it herself, I just laugh and put the bottle to her lips.

Again, I get the questioning look from her, and again, all I do is smile.

Running my hands down her body, I tell her to relax, I was not done with her just yet. Leaning over, I kiss her deeply, and tweak her nipples before I stood and left the room.

This time I am gone for almost 20 minutes. I can hear her calling my name. I laugh and ignore her as I watch something inane on the television. No fucking clue as to what I am watching, my mind is on something much more interesting.

Finally going back into the room I am greeted with a few choice words, not very nice words either. She is looking at me, and I am wondering if she notices that I am wearing a different cock. This one is slimmer and not quite as long as the one I had on earlier.

Ignoring her comments she made to me, I loosen her ankles again to position her differently. But before I get her into position, I think a spanking is due, because of the things she was saying earlier. Having her kneel down, I shoved her face into the pillows and grab the paddle. The first slap surprises her and she lets out a small yelp, the second one produces more name calling...not a good idea on her part. The next slap was a little harder. The slaps kept getting just a little harder and faster until she bought a clue. Once no more curses were being flung at me, the spanking stopped. I was very happy she didn't catch on right away, her ass was very warm and had a very nice shade of pink and red to it. From the glistening I could see on her pussy lips, she enjoyed her self too. All the better for me.

Making her stay in the kneeling positioned, I fastened her ankles to the bed again. Going back to her ass, I kissed and licked every inch of it, paying extra attention to her ass-hole. Licking it, kissing it, shoving my tongue in as far as it would go. The feel of the cold lube on her hot ass caused her to gasp. Using my thumb, I worked some of the lube into her tight hole. Grabbing the lube again, I spread a generous amount on my cock. Tossing the lube aside, I positioned my cock at the entrance of her puckered opening. 

I felt her whole body tense up, like I said, this was something we had talked about, just never tired, until now. I wanted her virgin ass, and I was going to get it.

Leaving my cock just resting at the entrance, I leaned over her back and started talking to her, playing with her breast, caressing her, kissing her neck. Once I noticed her starting to relax, I reached down with one hand to start easing inside her slowly, while the other hand brought her face to mine so we could share a kiss. As the kiss grew deeper and more passionate, I slowly worked my cock all the way inside her. Once I was fully seated, I stayed still letting her get used to the feeling of me buried deep in her ass, constantly kissing and caressing her.

After a short time, I could tell by her kisses she was ready for more, I pulled away from her mouth positioning myself behind her again.

Grabbing her hips, I started to move in and out of her just a little at a time, again letting her get used to me. When she started meeting my small thrusts, I knew she was ready. Pulling out almost all the way, I added more lube before sliding fully into her. Smiling as her ass hit my pelvis with her backward thrust, begging me for more. I was more than happy to give her all she wanted. With every thrust, I could feel her loosening up more, til there was hardly any resistance.

Grasping her hips tighter, I started thrusting inside of her faster and harder. Her ass slapping back against me was pounding the base of the cock into my clit. I really wasn't sure how much more I could take before I exploded. 

I reached between her legs, grabbed her clit and held it in a tight pinch for a few seconds, releasing it, only to pinch it again. I did this several times before taking the shaft of her clit between my fingers and jacking her off. She screamed and fell flat as her orgasm hit her hard. I followed her down on the mattress, with my own orgasm searing through me.

We just laid there trying to slow our breathing and pounding hearts. As much as I hated to, I started to pull away so I could slowly ease my cock form her ass. She was whimpering, and her ass was clenching, neither one wanting me to remove my cock from her tightness.

When she finally released me, I pulled her in for a kiss, as I unhooked her hands from the head board. As I was rubbing her arm, she tried to remove the cuffs; I grabbed her hands, pulled them away from the cuffs and shook my head no. The look I got was a priceless "you've got to be fucking kidding me" look. I laughed and whispered in her ear that we weren't through yet, I was just giving her a little breather, but if she couldn't behave I had no problems what so fucking ever tying her back up. As I bit her ear she sighed and lay back down, I released her ankles, then removed the strap-on. God I was still horny as hell and wanted more. Working my way up her body, I laid on top her, slowly grinding my pussy into her ass. When she started moving her ass in rhythm with me, I reached between us to spread my pussy lips so my clit could have direct access to her ass. When she felt the heat and juices pouring from me, she groaned and pushed her ass tighter against me. I groaned in response, moving one hand under her to grab her breast, the other hand grabbed a handful of hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck to my frantic mouth. Latching onto her neck, I started rubbing my clit faster and harder against her ass. In mere seconds, I was cuming, biting down hard on her neck, and pulling her hair as the orgasm took control of my body.

I rolled off and lay down next to her, pulling her close so she was lying almost on top of me, just holding her and running my hand down her back and luscious ass. And thinking. Thinking about what I wanted to do next and wondering if I had the nerve to go through with it. Being completely relaxed and sated, for now, we drifted off to sleep.

About a half hour later I woke up, she was still on her side curled up in my arms sleeping peacefully. Gently, as to not wake her up, I extracted my arms and legs from her grip, and left the room. When I walked back in the room, she was still sleeping, but had rolled onto her back, perfect I thought with a grin. Being as careful as I could, I fastened her wrists back to the headboard, leaving her legs unrestrained. After lighting a few candles that I had brought into the room, I placed her favorite vibrator and the bottle of lube near her hips. Opening her legs, I positioned my self in between them and started to lick her pussy. Her body woke up immediately, she followed soon after. Upon fully awakening, the second thing she noticed was her arms securely attached to the bed again. She let out a frustrated growl, I looked at her and winked, then went back to feasting on her pussy, and it wasn't long before she was screaming out her release. I smiled as I rode out her orgasm with her and briefly thought about a name change, to the one she was calling me, but I figured no one would appreciate having to call me "Oh God, Jesus, Fucking God" all the time, so I dropped the idea.

Before giving her a chance to catch her breath, I inserted the vibrator into her and put the setting on high. If I was going to do this, I knew she needed to be very relaxed and open. The smell of her pussy and the wet noises it made while I was fucking her was driving me crazy, I couldn't wait any longer, I had to own her completely, and the time for me to take ownership of her pussy was now. Removing the vibrator from her pussy, I received and angry glare and a pitiful moan from her, I ignored both as I took the bottle of lube a poured some on her pussy, in her cunt and over my right hand quickly shoving three fingers inside of her. Her cunt seemed to swallow my fingers, I pulled completely out, and on the way back inside her I added another finger. I now had four fingers inside of her, she was loving it, her juices flooding my hand and the sheet below her, but more importantly, she was handling it with ease. I was that much closer to my final goal. Curving my fingers upwards, I felt the rippled area of her g-spot, concentrating on this area until she was screaming at me not to stop, which I promptly did, earning me several new names. Removing my fingers, I poured more lube on my hand, cupping my fingers around my thumb, I slowly starting easing into her again. Kissing my way to her ear, I asked if she was ready to be mine, completely. She was pulling on her restraints, panting, bucking her hips and begging me to fuck her. I took this as a positive sign, very positive sign. Just as my knuckles were about to enter her, I told her to breathe deeply. Twisting my wrist just a little allowed me to slip my hand completely inside of her.

God the feeling was so intense, my hand up inside her, being totally engulfed and surrounded by her essence, and woman hood. My hand had curled up, once I was fully inside her, making a natural fist, and I gently rotated my wrist to feel all of her. This was killing me, I had to look, I had to see my hand buried deep in side of her, see for myself that her pussy was now mine. The first sight of my hand buried up to my wrist inside of her was almost enough to make me come. I don't think I have ever seen anything as fucking hot as what I was now looking at. I wasn't sure how long she was going to be able to last, but I knew for damn sure, my orgasm was not far off.

Rotating my wrist until my knuckles were up, I found her g-spot again. Twisting slightly I stimulated her g-spot with my knuckles until she was bucking and screaming, her juices flowing out of her as she ejaculated, forcing my hand out of her. Not sure when it happened, but I was screaming to all the deities I could think of as I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

When we had both calmed down and out breathing was semi normal, I released her wrists and helped her remove the cuffs. Holding her in my arms, she started kissing my neck when suddenly she latched on and bit down like she was trying to take home a souvenir. Screaming, I tried to pull away, but she was not letting go. The unfortunate thing for me, was there was I nerve in my neck that went straight to my clit, and she knew that. No matter how much pain she was inflicting on my neck, I was getting just as much pleasure in my pussy. God I hate when my body betrays me like that!

She finally let go and leaned in to kiss me gently on the lips. She wrapped her body around mine, and rested her head on my shoulder, whispering softly to me, "pay backs are a real motherfucker". Oh, fuck me! Was my last conscious thought, or at least I thought it was a thought until I heard her say, "oh, you can count on that darlin'



I hope this story was enjoyed by all who read it. Any suggestions or comments would be appreciated.

TSS033



Mine



Readers: there may be some of you who notice this isn't the original version. I changed the characters a bit and cleaned up my writing a little, but I assure you, the story is in its heart the same. All the series with formerly Jason and Marea (now Mark and Lily) will also change to fit it. I just was dissatisfied with my writing style (author's constant process of trying to improve self). I also felt my characters needed to have a slightly different look and feel to them behaviour so I've changed them up a teeny bit. Please enjoy. It's still the same couple; you'll see. 

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"Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this, fuck this, fuck this!" Lily repeated her mantra as she stared at her bright, flickering computer screen. "Don't you fucking crash on me now, you piece of shit!"

"What's up, hon?"

Lily jumped in her seat and turned around in her chair to look over her shoulder. She smiled as Mark yawned with a mug of warm milk in one hand and scratched his bedhead with the other. His faded sleep shirt was tight against his torso, contrasting with his baggy light blue boxers that were a few sizes too big for him. She grinned at his sleepy expression, and noted how good he looked, even at three in the morning. 

"Sorry, love. Did I wake you?" Lily looked at him apologetically as he shrugged and shuffled across the carpet to pull up a chair beside her. Setting the mug down, he blinked at the bright screen and yawned again.

"No, I wasn't sleeping well. Feels weird when you're not in bed, too," he smiled sleepily at her and reached out to pet her cheek. "Are you almost done?"

"Yes. I just need to print this fucking stupid thing so I can paste in my diagrams and all that," she groaned and tugged at her messy curls. "It's due in two days and I need to edit it and crap."

"Easy, then, just take care of it tomorrow," Mark shrugged and looked at the screen, again, trying to figure out the abbreviations and mysterious symbols. 

"That's not my problem. My problem is it's fucking frozen, and I need to save it!" Lily's voice rose in pitch as she began to panic and frantically hit the magic trio of buttons on the keyboard.

"Easy, easy, hang on, let me see..." Mark grabbed her hands and set them in her lap. "Calm down. If you spazz at the computer it will spazz at you."

Lily rolled her eyes but let him handle the keyboard and mouse. She stretched and looked at the clock again, mentally chastising herself for procrastinating. It was an abnormally hot night, and she grumbled knowing that tomorrow would be worse. She hated taking summer courses, but at least she could relax a little soon. Once this final lab was in, all she had to do was study for her exams. She prayed quietly that Mark could make her computer behave.

"And there you go. All saved, and all safe. Now will you come to bed?" Mark leaned over her to grab the mouse and Lily squealed happily, hugging him as best she could in his awkward position. "Easy, hon, watch the mug!"

Mark sat up quickly and moved the teetering cup to the bookshelf beside Lily's cluttered desk. He turned back to look at her and blinked the last bit of sleep out of his eyes as he watched her double-check the file path and begin to save her research sources. He propped his chin in his hand lazily as he let his eyes wander over her, taking her in from the tips of her painted toenails to her auburn curly hair. Her normally pale skin glowed with a slight tan, and as she drew one leg up underneath her to sit on it, the flimsy fabric of her thin, white nightgown rode up her thighs. He idly noted he had bought it for her because he liked the look of it, and realized it was the first time she had worn it. The thin straps and small triangles of fabric that made up the top barely held her ample breasts in, and the gown cinched just below them. The nightie was soft and followed the form of her body, showing every curve she had. Mark smiled at her lazily, content to watch her work for a little while. 

"I like that nightgown on you," Mark purred. "You look sexy in it."

Lily turned to look at him, one eyebrow arching high. "It's too hot to wear anything else..." she paused and self consciously looked down, hugging an arm around her middle. "It's nice, Mark. But I don't like how it hugs my stomach like this. I look horrible in it." She turned her attention back to the computer, squeezing the arm a little tighter. Mark took in her tanned body contrasting the white fabric, and gazed at the cleavage that was now even more prominent.

"Bullshit. Would you just quit that? I say you look delicious in it, and would you get it into that pretty head of yours that your stomach is just fine?" He frowned at her and rubbed the slight bulge of her stomach, starting to tickle her a little bit. 

She smacked his hand away and sucked in a little bit, making a few more clicks with the mouse. "Don't you dare."

He laughed quietly and reached for his mug. He offered it to Lily, and she shook her head slightly in response, her brows knitting at the lines of text flashing in front of her. He took a sip, watching her intently. The tips of her soft curly hair curved against her bare shoulders and framed her deep, expressive eyes. Smiling a little, he felt his cock stir: it had been a while, and she looked fantastic. Finishing the milk, he strolled out to put it in the kitchen, and came back up behind her, crossing his arms in front of her chest and nipping at her ear. "You're done now. I said so. Come to bed." His voice was slightly husky, and he began to drag his fingernails along the tops of her breasts, tracing his fingertips over their outline in the gown. 

She hummed lightly in pleasure and looked up at him, cocking her eyebrow at him as he moved his fingertips to cup the large, delicious orbs and give them a small squeeze before tracing the outlines of her hardening nipples. He wiggled his eyebrows at her, making her laugh as she turned back to the monitor. Her chuckles turned into moans as he pinched at the small hardening buds through the thin fabric. Her head lolled to one side, giving him access to her neck and ear, as she made a soft sighing noise. His head dipped down to nip at her earlobe and slowly trace the outline of her ear as he roughly grabbed handfuls of her breasts. 

"You have amazing tits, Lily," he breathed into her ear, making the hair on her neck stand on end. "They look damn good in that thing you have on." He kneaded the soft flesh, making them squeeze together and pull apart as he enjoyed the comfortable weight of them in his hands. He sucked hard on the upper shell of her ear and murmured, "but I think they'd look better with your nipples in my mouth, don't you think?"

Lily was limp under his touch, and let out a soft moan in response. His voice was husky and was beginning to make her wet. It was deep, and whenever he whispered in her ear it rumbled and turned her to putty in his hands. Whenever he whispered dirty things in her ear, she figured she might as well be comatose. He loved to sneak up behind her whenever they were out and hug her from behind innocently, but whisper of how he was going to bend her over when they got home as he rubbed his stiff cock against her backside. 

She mumbled a few incoherent words as he began to ease one of the thin straps down her shoulder, kissing a trail behind it. He repeated this with the other shoulder, watching the small pieces of fabric barely cling to the swell and underside of her soft, firm breasts. His erection was beginning to burn slightly now, and he shifted, annoyed at the constraints of his boxers. "Turn off the computer, Lily." His voice was firm as he added, "Now."

She barely breathed as she quickly closed all the open programs and commanded the machine to turn off. As the screen flickered to black, Mark let go of her long enough to pull his shirt off and kick his boxers off. He pulled her chair out from the desk and quickly planted a few kisses along her throat before letting go and walking to the door. She breathed heavily and turned slowly to look at him, leaning against the doorframe and smirking slightly. His cock was at attention, the swollen head pointing right at her and she licked her lips at the sight of his lean, tense body. 

He knew she wanted him. They hadn't had sex in ages, due to her being too tired from her studies. He was taking a summer off from courses and was working, but he at least had a regular sleeping schedule. Lily hadn't even been masturbating, to his knowledge, and she looked as wound up as he suspected she was. He needed her too, and was doing well at controlling himself, but the sight of her in the thin, revealing gown had been the final straw. 

He crooked his finger and beckoned her with it, winking as he turned and exited the door. Lily bit her lip, pulled the straps up on her nightgown, and switched off the desk lamp before following. She went through the door, and turned the corner toward the bedroom, but immediately was pinned roughly against the hallway wall. She let out a yelp of surprise that turned into a hot moan as Mark grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head against the wall. 

"Why, hello there..." Mark purred and nipped at her neck, pushing his body weight against her and pinning her entire body against the wall. "Mmm, now what'd you put these back for?" His teeth tugged against the thin straps of the flimsy dress, and he nipped his way down her chest to tuck his tongue under the small cups holding her wonderful breasts captive.

Lily mewled softly and her legs went limp. It had been far too long, and she loved the feel of Mark's hard body fully against hers. Mark wedged his knee in between her legs and pressed against her more firmly. She felt him smile against her neck, and arched into him. "Oooh, Mark..." 

He continued to pin her wrists above her head with one hand and let the other explore her soft body. Her skin was so soft and smooth, and he loved the feel of it under his rough hands. He tucked the white cups away and pulled her breasts into view, letting the fabric pull them up and together. He reached down and roughly pulled her leg up to hook onto his hip, planting it against the wall to keep it up high. He pulled the sleek, white fabric up and around her hips, growling softly at the feel of lace ties on his fingers. 

Lily whimpered and squirmed half-heartedly, enjoying the domination Mark had. Her soft breasts with hard, pink swollen nipples waved against his face every time she moved, and she began to arch her back and nudge the smooth orbs against his mouth, hoping to get him to suck on them. Mark ignored the attempt, focusing on the lacy barrier between his fingers and Lily's hot pussy. He could feel her heat and smell her arousal, every whiff of her beautiful scent making his cock twitch. He grabbed at the ties holding the panties on, and fumbled with them, groaning and stroking her pussy through her panties every once in a while. Finally, he got one side untied and left the lingerie dangling from her raised leg, plunging two fingers into her soaking pussy. 

Throwing her head back, Lily whimpered loudly, beginning to buck against the two fingers stroking her walls almost immediately. Mark purred at her encouragingly, adding his thumb to tease at her clit. "That's it, hon. Do you like that? Do you like my fingers in your hot little cunt? Fuck, Lily, you're so tight..." He nipped at her ear and breathed more dirty words into it, making her whimper and moan as his fingers slid in and out of her slick pussy. 

Another gasp came out of Lily's mouth as Mark buried his face into her gently bouncing breasts. They were swaying mesmerizingly with his thrusts, and Mark couldn't handle not having them in his mouth any longer. She always made such hot noises when he played with her nipples, and he knew exactly what to do to make her sing exactly how he wanted her to. He lapped at one hard bud, then another, flicking his tongue around the circumference of the taut flesh. Then he nipped the soft aureoles, tugging on them with his lips and teeth lightly. As her moans got higher in pitch, he then clamped his lips on first one nipple and the other, making her gasp and whimper his name. He wasn't going to be able to hang on much longer. His cock was weeping precum now, and throbbing angrily. He was hanging onto every shred of self control to keep his fingers in her instead of his hard erection. 

But he was waiting for it: she always begged him. She would look at him with her glazed eyes and bite her lip, teasing it with her teeth. She would loll her head back and gasp, and beg him to curve his fingers. When they first began dating, she had mentioned she was never able to find that hotspot in her pussy herself. She could not get the right angle with whatever toy she was using, and it turned out to be Mark was the only one who could do it right, and to her liking. He didn't mind a bit. It satisfied some sort of deep, primal urge to be the only one who could make her keen and whimper in that way. It made him feel like he had staked his claim somehow; and every time she begged him and looked at him with complete wanton and submission, he would smirk and curl his fingers, thinking, "Mine." Yes, he wanted her to beg, and would hold out however long it took her to break down. 

He lathed his tongue all over her delicious breasts, and purred at the stark tan line across her chest. The full globes were still creamy white, but the upper parts of her cleavage were golden. Her breasts were so large, she always had cleavage showing, even on moderately cut tops. He didn't care: he liked seeing it, and liked showing her off, because she was his. She squeaked and panted, squirming and bucking her hips against his moving fingers. 

"Maaaaaark..." she mewled, taken aback by the burning lust in his eyes when he looked at her. He kept pushing his fingers into her, making her crazy, and made no verbal reply to her moaning. "Please... do it..." her voice trailed off as her head lolled back again.

"Do what?" he grinned mischievously at her and nipped at her exposed neck.

"That.... that thing..." Lily knew he knew exactly what she was talking about.

"What thing? I'm not sure what you mean," Mark smirked and squeezed at her wrists to get her to look at him.

"Please!!" She snapped her head forward to look at him, and half glared, half moaned. She bit her lip, knowing what he wanted her to do. Mark watched her with an intense gaze, his blue eyes darkened with arousal and biting his lower lip slightly. Lily's body shuddered involuntarily, and she flushed even redder than she was, knowing he loved seeing her like this.

"Please what?" There was no grin, just an intense, hot, aroused gaze coming from his eyes. "Tell me, Lil. Tell me what you want."

"Please, Mark..." She bit her lip and gasped at him, bucking her hips and hearing her voice go up in pitch. "Please fuck me with your fingers... curve them... make me cum on your hand. I love it when you do that. I can't do it on my own... it feels so fucking good when you make me cum with your fingers. Do it, Mark... I want you to do what only you can..." She looked at him hotly and teased her bottom lip with her teeth, making small noises of desire at him. 

He grinned as his hard cock twitched. Something about her moaning for him made his blood boil. He knew what to do. He let go of her wrists, and like dancers hitting their marks, their bodies shifted in the same familiar way they always did. One arm wrapped around her cocked leg and the other curved its fingers buried deep inside of her, while one of her arms wrapped around his neck and the other snaked down to tease her swollen clit. Lily screamed, and Mark muffled her mouth with his, thrusting his fingers into her pussy rapidly. He felt her body squirm and lose the ability to stand up, so he put more pressure on her and kept her pinned. He let her mouth go and in between her gasps, she managed to hear him spurring her on. 

"That's it, Lily. Cum for me. Rub that hot pussy of yours and make it cum around my fingers. I'm going to fuck you so hard after this... would you like that? I'll fuck you however you want; I just want my cock inside you," Mark growled right in her ear. "You're so sexy, bucking and moaning like that. After you're a good girl and cum for me, I'm going to lick you clean and fuck your sweet pussy until you cum again, and again, and again..." His voice trailed off as he felt his beloved clench around his fingers. 

"Good girl, Lily... that's a good girl... don't hold back," he urged her on and braced himself for the rough ride he knew was coming. 

"Mark!" Lily screamed his name as her whole body went limp and shuddered. An onslaught of liquid splashed against Mark's hand, and another few smaller jets of Lily's cum trickled down his wrist in slightly thick, clear streams. Lily was moaning throughout the entire thing, and her hips were bucking high and hard. She tensed then relaxed to lie limp against Mark's body, and looked up at him in a daze. 

He chuckled. "I'm by no means done with you yet..." he purred and made his cock twitch against her belly. He licked two of his fingers clean and offered her the rest, groaning as she sucked on each of his fingers and lapped her tongue around them. 

She grinned weakly and released his hand, raising an eyebrow as her hand clasped around his hard length. "You mean I'm not done with you..."



Mine



-Look at me , now woman! 

I raise my eyes to you, from my kneeling position, and I shiver as I meet your posture, great, large, imposing. Your tone and eyes are firm. You grab my chin, tenderly but firm, and say: "you are my woman! My woman! Do you understand me? " 

-Yes master! 

-Good. Your duty is to please me, to be mine, whenever I want you, wherever I want you and however I want you. Understood? Look at me! Your hand is forcing my chin to look up, and to meet your eyes. I feel myself shivering , melting...and very wet.

-Yes master, I say. My vagina muscles are squeezing . 

You release my chin, and I lower my gaze involuntarily, in the soft peaceful feeling of submission that is crossing me, purifying me, and bringing my hidden self out. 

As I am kneeled in front of you, I see your hand going to your zeeper without delay, and opening it. Your cock comes out, glorious and straight, taking my vision from anything but it. 

-Open your mouth, woman! You say.

I obey and part my lips, getting my mouth and nose closer to your majestic cock. I love the feel of it on my face, warm but hard, rock hard...just like you, master. Ahhh

I would take it in my mouth now, to fill my senses with it, your warm cock, to have it complete me and abandon me to this erotic feeling that is traveling flesh and bones. But I want to feel your dominance. I want it to make me shiver, to make me feel yours. I want to feel your hand on my head, bringing me into submission to your pleasure, you desire, your possession of me.

So I wait.

And than you plunge into my mouth as your lust takes you. 

You start moving your hips, getting your cock deeper in my mouth, moving back and forth. I feel like in front of a force of nature. You grab my hair and head. Your cock is deep in my mouth now, I can feel it filling me, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. I simply have to surrender to you, to your force. I feel myself dripping wet. 

You push harder and stay...the tip of your cock is entering my throat. I open my mouth large, to make it easier for you to take me completely. After 5 seconds , you start moving again, getting deeper and deeper in me. I have to swallow your cock, to not gag on it, and I start breathing through my nose...but I leave my head and mouth to your disposal, available...and you start rocking hard. Your breath quickens and I know you are getting close to your orgasm. I moan, as I feel my muscles squeezing hard. I am incredibly wet, I feel nothing but arousal and love, of multidimensional proportions, crossing every part of me. I forget of anything else. All there is is you me and this moment of intense eroticism, me and you, master, my man, my master.

Waves of orgasm cross my vagina and tears come in my eyes, and than as you rock in my mouth, you push hard one time, pull my head harder to you, and keep me there. Your penis is throbbing in my mouth and I suck it, waiting for it to come. Than it comes: your warm semen fills my mouth, my throat, my senses, and I have to swallow it all, in the pressure of the big hand on my head. I open my eyes and watch yours, hard, steel and yet warm, filled with a mixture of gratitude and possession. 

-Swallow it woman. You have to take it all, and lick me clean. You are not allowed to take my dick out of your mouth until it is soft again. 

-Yes, master, I think... I eat your cum, feeding my hunger of you on it, and I keep sucking and licking your cock, as I watch your eyes. I feel taken into another world, as I watch through your eyes directly in your soul, and you pierce my soul watching into mine. I feel yours.

As your cock is getting softer, you suddenly let go of my head, and pull out of my mouth. As your hand had been the only thing supporting me, I fall at your feet. But you kneel by my side, and you pull me up with your strong manly arms...than you shelter me at your chest. You look for my mouth with yours, and hungrily, passionately kiss me. I feel my heart beating, and as you squeeze me on your chest, I can feel yours is running wild too. I close my eyes in your embrace.

Than, as I listen to the sound of your heart, your lips on my lips, as I melt, I hear you...

-I love you woman! My woman. Mine. 



Mine



G was scared to look at his vibrating phone as he knew it was about that time. He desperately wanted it to be a text from her, but he was half terrified at the same time that it was from her. He knew he couldn't disobey her; he would do her bidding no matter the consequences! He didn't know what to do about getting out of going to his house though, that's what made him scared to look at his phone.

He peeked at the new text. MINE was what he saw. His cock immediately hardened and started dripping as his whole body began tingling! It was from her, Mistress Kimmie! Mine was their code for, You need to get to your mistress, she wants you to pleasure her NOW!

He immediately made excuses to his boss, claimed intestinal upset, which was true now because he had only 30 minutes to get to his mistress, prepare himself, and greet her as she came home. He also had to make the dreaded call, to his wife, and he didn't know what believable excuse he could use this time. 

He had no idea how long his mistress would keep him. Sometimes it was hours, other times it ran into days! The time he spent with his mistress was something he was not willing to give up. He needed her so much, he craved the time he spent with her. However, he loved his wife and was willing to try and keep both happy. It was getting harder and harder though to keep up this lifestyle.

Oh enough time spent pondering, got to get going. G picked up his cell phone as he drove to Mistress Kimmie's house, dialing his wife. Luckily she didn't answer, so he left a voice message saying he had to go out of town on an emergency business meeting, had to soothe some ruffled feathers, and that he would call her later with more details, but don't expect him home for supper tonight. 

As he drove, G thought of the last time he attended to his mistress. He had gotten the same message on his cell and had left work, drove to her house, let him in and followed her instructions to a T. He stripped, showered, shaved all his pubic hair, and then cleaned his pipes with the special wand she kept especially for him for that purpose. Mistress did not tolerate un-cleanliness at all! He had finished all of that, fixed her a drink, and was on his knees, bare-ass naked, at her front door as she came home. 

When Mistress Kimmie came in the door, (he had his eyes averted until given the permission to gaze at her), G was shocked to hear her talking to someone else. Mistress Kimmie didn't even acknowledge him, as they just walked right by him, her leg grazing his! 

He felt disappointment as she moved around, not daring to look up, he stayed where he was, as that was what mistress always had him do, but Mistress Kimmie had never ignored him like this. He trusted her implicitly, but what the heck? Why did Mistress Kimmie text him if she was going to have company, was going to ignore him? He was half pouting and pondering his situation when he realized Mistress Kimmie was calling him. 

Before he had a chance to answer her, he heard Mistress Kimmie tell someone that her Cock-sucking panty boy slut, Candy-pants, seemed to be having a problem today and needed a lesson in proper slut slave behavior. 

He heard her giggle and then he heard a masculine voice agreeing. "Candy COME HERE NOW" bellowed Mistress Kimmie. G (Candy) crawled to her on his knees quickly not wanting to disappoint her again. She told him "You have made me look bad, not answering me when I called you. How dare you behave in this manner? You will have to be punished!"

He replied "Yes Mistress" as he knew she was right. Mistress Kimmie told him to crawl into the playroom and prepare it for his punishment. She didn't tell him what to lie out. Oh but he knew what Mistress Kimmie wanted. He pulled the ottoman out to the center of the room, positioned the hand and ankle tie-downs properly, and laid out her crop and her leather paddle. Candy also put on his "punishment clothes," a silky red dress and red polka-dot panties, black seamed sheer stockings, padded wire bra, tight hour-glass corset, and pencil-thin 6" spiked heels. He thought a minute, and then went ahead and laid out a small pussy plug, hoping that Mistress Kimmie might want to use that too. After he was completely dressed and had it all lain out, he rang a small bell, to let his mistress know that his preparations were complete. 

Candy quickly and submissively draped himself over the ottoman, his ass in the air, with the dress covering him. He heard Mistress Kimmie enter, she didn't say a word, just came towards his face, then placed a blindfold over his eyes, tying it tightly as she also placed his wrists and ankles in restraints. 

He knew what would come next, and he was not disappointed! She flipped a switch and the ottoman started moving in half, stretching him wide open, exposing him as never before. She talked to her friend as she made the preparations.

"Tell Candy how you treat misbehaving sluts" Mistress Kimmie said. 

He then heard "Any cum-sucking panty boy of mine that doesn't know their place is subject to whatever I dish out and you my little sissy boy slut are going to take it too!" Candy tried not to cringe as he heard those spoken words, knew he had to be on his best behavior for his mistress now. He didn't want to disappoint her again. 

Candy felt the swish of air move before he felt the first swat on his sweet pink cheeks, his cock stretched in his silk panties. He bit his lip to keep from moaning, crying out! It was hard, as he was in his element now, it felt so good. 

Mistress Kimmie told her guest to do as he pleased. The man continued with several playful, light swats, and then he felt the sting on his balls as the next swat hit. Ahhh. 

Candy then heard another male voice asking the mistress for permission to participate; she laughed and said "Of course, do as you wish to her, she deserves it." He could sense lights flashing and knew his mistress was taking pictures! Oh how that turned him on even more. 

All of a sudden Candy found a cock shoved into his mouth and a man telling him to suck it hard and take it all in. He greedily began sucking and tonguing the hard cock, while the swats on his ass had stopped. 

Then Candy felt pressure on his ass pussy as it was suddenly invaded, really raped, not with the small plug he had laid out, but with something much bigger and thicker. Every time he sucked the cock in his mouth, the one in his ass pussy rammed him again and again, his whole body arching up off the ottoman with each thrust. "Suck harder you fucking cum-sucking slut. Take this you sissy panty boy slave" Candy heard over and over as his body was invaded from both ends.

Candy felt like he was being split in two as each thrust went deeper and deeper into his ass pussy. His mistress then came over and whispered into his ear, "Take it my sweet Candy, prove your worth to me and I might let you eat my pussy tonight, all night long." Ah how he wanted to do that! To please his mistress again was what he wanted to do. 

He sucked harder, arched higher, squeezing his sphincter tighter and tighter as he was invaded balls to the wall with each thrust. His mistress then told the man "Be sure and pull out and shoot your load all over his face, she needs to know who is boss and who the cum-sucker here is!" 

The cock in Candy's mouth started quivering, and he knew that the man was fixing to spurt his load soon. He sucked harder as the man grabbed his face and forced his cock down the back of his throat, he thought he was going to choke to death, but he continued to suck, even harder now. The hot sweet cum started pouring down his throat, there was so much that it was spilling out of his mouth. 

Ah the sweet taste so delightful. He didn't want to lose a drop so he greedily gulped it all! Just as he was gulping the last bit down, the cock in his ass pussy started thrusting harder and deeper and tightened up. The man let loose and the hot, sticky, sweet tasting cum spurted into his pussy, dripping out all over the place, leaking all over Candy's legs and cock. 

Now Candy, the cock-sucking panty slut, had cum from mouth to pussy. Candy then felt another cock thrust into his mouth and it was wet with cum, "Lick it clean slut" he was told, as he cleaned it from the ball sacks to the head! Not missing an inch of cock anywhere. 

Ah - then Candy heard the men leave as mistress told them goodbye and thanks for helping her out with her slut. They promised to return if she wanted any more help. She said she would keep that possibility open.

When she returned, Mistress Kimmie took off G's blindfold, and told him to look at her. She was dressed in a leather corset, had on black stockings, and 4" high heels and was holding a leather paddle. She told him he wasn't finished paying for his mistake earlier. 

Mistress Kimmie went behind him, and Candy prepared for the spanking, it didn't happen, and that's when G felt pressure on his puckering ass pussy rosebud! Mistress Kimmie was forcing a LARGE plug into him. Ah the pressure, ah the pain, ah the pleasure. G tried to relax as Mistress Kimmie's fingers massaged his cheeks as she pushed it in to the hilt. 

He felt so stuffed, so complete. Then he felt the sting of the paddle as it lovingly, but very sternly, slapped his already reddened cheeks. Each swat pushed on the plug, forcing it in deeper and deeper. Candy felt so much pressure. 

After about 20 swats, Mistress Kimmie stopped and released his bonds, telling G to stand up and stretch. He did so, having a little trouble standing and walking with the large plug in him. 

Mistress Kimmie beckoned to him as she lay down with outstretched arms and legs. AHHHH he was home, right where he wanted to be. In her arms and between her legs!

That time Mistress Kimmie kept him for 3 days. He paid like hell at home when he finally got there, but it was so worth it.

As he once again arrived at Mistress Kimmie's house, G smiled and thought "I wonder how bad I can be this time?"



Mine



I push open the door joining our rooms when I hear Sympathy for the Devil playing on the CD player. That's my signal. I wonder if he remembers what I told him about that song when we first started to flirt: that it was the theme song in my wickedest fantasy about him, the one where I really abuse him.

The door creaks like an old rusty farm gate; after all, who else makes use of the adjoining rooms at a Doubletree? His room is dark except for the glow of electronics LEDs and the Glade candles on his nightstands. He's in the center of the bed, under the sheet, and not saying a damn thing, though I can see him staring at me. Good. So far he's followed my instructions to the letter. As long as he's obedient, this will all be perfect. In a dramatic flair, I throw out my cape and sashay toward the foot of the bed.

- -- -

An hour earlier we'd met up at the ground floor bar: he had my room key, and I had a little package for him. I came in through the back entrance of the hotel, just so I could watch him for a moment before he saw me. I hadn't seen him in person for two years. He was sitting at the bar wearing new jeans that hugged his ass and a sweater a size too large. His neck (his lovely, swan-like neck) was craned back over his shoulder toward the door, where he stared anxiously. I was late, after all, but that was my prerogative. He nursed his precious Jack and Coke through a stir straw, looking every bit the 23-year old he was in a room full of thirty- and forty-something business travelers.

I wanted to sneak up on him and kiss the back of his neck, or slide my cold hand up his back where his shirt had come untucked beneath his sweater, but he turned when I was still few feet away and caught me cat-stalking him. He popped off the bar stool and tried to figure out how to hug me around the shoebox I held in my hands, but I pushed it into his hands and backed him right down onto his stool again. Even in my heels he was half a foot taller than me, but I wanted him at my eye, which level the stool forced. "There are gifts for you in the box," I told him, not even giving him a chance to greet me by name. "And instructions in the envelope. Open it."

While he opened the envelope on the top of the box and followed the first two of my handwritten instructions (1. Set the timer on your watch for 30 minutes and start it. Wait here until the timer goes off. 2. You may finish your drink and you may drink sparkling water, but you may eat or drink nothing else until I say otherwise.), I ran my nails -- long acrylics painted a garish red -- over his neck and down his shoulder and slipped off to the elevator. The man sitting closest to him stared after me; I could feel his eyes on my barely-covered ass.

- -- -

His eyes are fixed on me as I come around the foot of the bed. I have the type of body that feels better than it looks -- I'm short and soft and 'ample' -- which is why the lights are off in his room, but I spent a lot of time and money on my costume, and the truth is I'd be pissed if he didn't stare. The cape is the best part -- I salvaged it from a deluxe Maleficent costume, so it has the high-peaked collar and surrounds my shoulders in purple and black ribbed satin that falls down to a batwing hem. When I walk toward him, the slit at the front of the cape opens over my breasts and the hem billows around my calves. I have on four-inch heels that I haven't worn since before the divorce, and pantyhose with an open crotch (much better than nylons that cut into my thighs). The black satin teddy that covers my belly (and barely my hips) holds my girls in place well enough to create a massive crevice of cleavage, but as big as my breasts are there is always the danger that one will come swinging out like a wrecking ball when I bend over. I have my makeup done to full effect now; I'm wearing a shade of deep crimson lipstick and heavy black eye shadow that makes my caramel skin look pale, and I had my hair cut into a bob with bangs just for him. I couldn't tell if he noticed in the bar.

Despite all that, his eyes are locked on my face -- on my lips in particular -- because that's where the real costume is. Everything else is window dressing. I'm a tease, so I smile with my lips pressed shut and check to make sure he's put my little clamshell box on the nightstand. Check that off his list. I just slide it a little closer to the edge where I can reach it later.

The sheet flies back with an easy flick, and my cape billows out over him to replace it. Good -- another couple of check marks on his to-do list. (34. When you get in bed, you must be completely naked. 22. Take a quick, cool shower, but make sure you wash everywhere. Anywhere you think I might want to kiss you, wash thoroughly with only water and the soap I gave you.) The flight of the sheet fills the air with the scent of the lavender soap. Good boy. When I slide my leg over his belly to straddle him, I realize that he's shaved, too, without being told -- not just his face, but his chest, and probably more. That's a pleasant surprise; in reward I bend down to kiss the smooth skin of his chest and run my tongue up the shallow, hairless valley of his breastbone, then suck on the knob of his chin.

He shivers, and his eyes close. His face can barely contain his smile.

I pass by his mouth, following the line of his jaw, and press my lips into the bulge of his neck just beneath his ear. Finally, I let him feel them -- the tips of the fangs I'd cemented to my teeth -- as they press into his skin. I bite down slowly until it's just enough to hurt -- until through my tongue I can feel the wincing gasp catch in his throat, even though he tries to hide it. He's in heaven, and I'm feeling just a little bit devilish as Mick roars through the chorus of the song. I suck the biggest fold of skin off his neck that I can manage and squeeze it against the fangs with my tongue and lips; I'm noisy and slurping and salivating as I give him the darkest hickey I can manage without breaking his skin. In place of blood, my warm saliva dribbles down his neck into the pillow.

I could break his skin if I tried. My fangs are sharp enough and strong enough to shred the skin from an apple -- or to nick up my lips the first couple of days I tried them out. My daughter laughed at the way I talked with them in, the way I slurred until I realized how to curl back my lips. (Then she asked if she could get a tongue piercing. I told her to wait ten years.) The cement is plenty strong, too -- back in my adjoining room, the wooden handle of my hairbrush has two matching rows of sunken dents where I tested my fangs.

My teeth want to sink into his flesh, my jaw aches to clamp down, and I'm not any more scared to taste his blood than I am his cum, but- I give him a final nip before I let his bruised skin slip from my lips and I move back up over his face. I hover just above him, my eyes only inches from his, before my mouth closes over his. I kiss him hungrily; my thick Mexican lips can devour a little white mouth like his, but he kisses me back with the desperation of a drowning man. It's gratifying to know that the wait since our last time has been even harder on him than on me. I give him his fill of my lips and tongue; I hold him by his cheeks and pour myself into him until his breath runs out, and when I let him break free I whisper what I'd been thinking ever since I began to plan this night. "Now you're mine."

- -- -

There hadn't been any of this pretense, any costumes or games, the first time we met -- the only other time we'd met in person. What there had been was near-disaster.

It was a little more than a year ago. Okay, it was 14 months, 2 and a half weeks, and I could probably count the hours if asked. I'd invited him to drive up to my apartment right after the divorce; actually, I'd invited him again, for what was the 20th time at least, but no amount of begging could convince him to visit me before the papers cleared, the self-righteous prick. That's right: I begged him, even when I had two or three other guys emailing me, saying they would drive over at a moment's notice to give me more loving than I could handle. That wasn't what I wanted though -- some self-obsessed dickhead from the internet; I wanted him. So he finally agreed and I made all the plans and counted down the days and the hours and the minutes. He was early.

He picked me up in his little American four-door that fit his height about as well as it fit my width. I was waiting in this black V-neck that swooped so low I had to keep adjusting it to hide my bra and a suede skirt that I couldn't believe I found in my size ...or close enough. I was funny and hospitable and sexy, and he could barely look at me. The table we sat at in the restaurant at lunch was small enough that our knees should have bumped, but he must have held his legs way off to the side because I was trying; I was sliding down in the booth trying to bump his legs. After an 'accidental' demonstration I told him how I was forever dropping food into my cleavage; if we went to a movie and had popcorn he might as well just start off by pouring half the bag down my shirt. As much as he paid attention and listened and laughed, his cheeks turned pink long before I could make his eyes drift down into my blouse. Any lingering doubts I had about his virginity were dispelled; he was shaking when I touched his fingers on the way back out to the car. He sat like a lump in the driver's seat when I showed him where to park to overlook the nude beach (it was empty), and I finally had to ask him why he hadn't tried to kiss or touch me. "That's why you're here, isn't it? To be with me?"

"I'm sorry, Kristina." He played with his stick shift; that damn thing kept poking into my thigh whenever I leaned over closer to him. "I guess I'm just too nervous! I don't want to seem like a jerk: all tongue and sweaty paws the first time we meet."

"Maybe I wouldn't mind a little more tongue and paws."

He glanced up at me, and in the weird light inside his car, his eyes were such a pretty, unsettling color of green. "Well, why didn't you kiss me?" he asked. "Since I'm the shy one and all."

I was beginning to think I didn't have much to lose; I was practically giving this guy a backstage pass, and he didn't know what to do with it. "Because it's one thing, Rick, for you to say you don't mind a little extra fat on me when you're behind a computer screen, but it's quite another thing in person. A lot of guys would change their mind when they saw me. Have changed their mind. Since you wouldn't look at me or tell me how pretty I looked when you saw me, I figured you'd changed your mind, too. I'm not saying it doesn't hurt my feelings, but I understand. I'm not going to throw myself at you if you're turned off. I don't have that much confidence."

He seemed confused. "But I already had the picture you sent me. I would have been happy if you were half as cute as that, but that picture isn't half as cute as you. That's why I'm so nervous: I guess when I saw you I realized you were out of my league." He glanced up. "You're just so sexy I can barely talk."

If it weren't for that damn stick shift, I might have climbed into his lap and jumped his bones right there. That would have saved us both some trouble. Instead we kissed like teenagers sharing a breath mint, and I helped his hand find its way up my shirt and behind my bra.

Poor kid. Mine were the first breasts he'd ever fondled, and I'm sure he'll have a hell of a time ever finding another pair that compare to them. They're my girls. If he wasn't a breast man before, he was by the time I had force-fed him my nipple. The hurried drive back to my apartment was a little big dangerous since my fingers were groping inside his fly, but he kept his hands gripped to the 2 and 10 on his steering wheel and stammered when he asked where to turn next, so it was worth it. Inside the apartment we barely made it to the bed before I had him crushed against my breasts again, and from there it was only natural to push his head down, way down between my thighs. The first time his lips touched my cooch -- it was a polite, inquisitive kiss -- I nearly laughed from the excitement; I grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into a less formal introduction to my vagina.

I wasn't just being selfish, either; he'd told me dozens of times how much he fantasized about going down on me -- more than he fantasized about sex, he said. Who was I to deny him his fantasy? I'd expected him to be clumsy and clueless, and maybe a little reluctant when he found out what a woman smelled like when she wasn't in his fantasy world, but he surprised me. He was extremely eager but still tender, and attentive when I guided him with my fingers. I fell back into the bed with the kind of giddy relief you only know when you've gone without for years; I draped my legs over his shoulders and let him just bury himself in me. If I needed a reward for the thousands of hours I'd spent luring and teasing and teaching this kid online over the last two years, this was it.

Trust me: I wasn't counting the minutes, but when I glanced over at the alarm clock and saw the long hand had moved halfway around, I pushed him away and told him he needed to breathe. I couldn't believe he'd been down there that long; I couldn't believe I'd pushed off coming and just let him lick me. If we were going to make love, though, it had to be before I was completely raw. We moved quickly; he had a pretty decent hard-on from eating me out, but it was fading and I couldn't get him hard enough to stay inside me, even after I pulled the condom off. Fuck! (Or rather, no fuck!) I climbed off -- hopefully before his poor performance could turn to stage fright -- and began licking him and sucking on him and using all the little tricks I thought might work, but he was a lost cause. He seemed more upset than frustrated, so I put on my calmest face and used my sweet voice. "What can I do, baby? What's going to turn you on?"

Oh, God! His embarrassment, his hesitation, was at the same time priceless and exasperating. "There's- There's one thing."

"You can tell me. Do you need me to talk dirty? Do you need me to give you a blowjob?"

"Can you sit on my face?" He looked like he'd just asked to borrow a million dollars.

Despite my best intentions, my nose wrinkled. Not in disgust -- quite the opposite; I was just surprised. "But is that really going to make you hard, Rick? I mean, it will make me wet as hell, but most guys need some kind of physical stimulation."   "I don't know. But I think it will turn me on."

"You know," I said, my voice heavy with warning though I was already crawling up his chest to straddle him, "It's not going to be like the porn on the internet. I'm not some hundred-pound waif. If I really sit on your face -- and that's what I'll do, I'll ride you like a bike -- I'm heavy, and I'm soft, and you may not be able to breathe so easily. And I don't mean this to sound bad, but once I get going I'm not likely to care."

He just grinned like a dope. I loved that my pussy did that to him. "I told you before, Kris -- I don't want some bony pelvis punching me in the nose. I want soft and real. Fleshy."

He knew that was my favorite word! A second later I'd swallowed his grin in my "fleshiness", and all I could see were his beautiful blue-green eyes staring at me while I squirmed. I told him between heavy gasps to let me know if he needed a breathing break, and then I didn't worry about him again. I knew he'd started browsing porn since we'd first started chatting online, because he'd gone from being scandalized at the links I sent him to sending me porn links too, but I didn't expect him to be an expert. He struck the perfect balance between kissing and sucking and licking and holding the fuck still when I needed to grind down on his mouth. I glanced back once to see that his erection was back, as tall and straight as a flagpole, and glistening with pre-cum, but frankly I couldn't imagine why it had been so important for me to let him cum first. I bashed my clit into his tongue and squeezed my tits and groaned. I came finally, loud and hard enough to let all my neighbors know I was getting some, and gave his delighted face one more wriggle from my hips. Everything under his eyes was smeared with me, and he was panting like he'd just finished a race.

His cock! I slid back to grab it and squeeze it back to life, but the erection was bleeding out like a leaky balloon. Fuck.

I kissed away the dribble of pre-cum and gave his shrunken dick a testing lick. "Should I try to suck you off again, Rick? I don't care if you cum in my mouth -- I just really want you to cum for me."

"I don't think it's going to help. My- My balls are really starting to hurt, Kris."

Fuck! Blue balls and impotent. I was starting to feel a little more sorry for him than irritated. I tried sucking on him anyway, but even if I could get him to swell enough to unshrivel, he just wouldn't get hard enough to get inside me. After a few minutes, and after noticing his eyes starting to well up from the pain, I had to give up. I had the house to myself until after dinner -- I'd planned on going a few more rounds with him and teaching him a few things, or at least getting him to eat me out again -- but it was so weird not being able to make him cum that when he said he should probably leave I just nodded stupidly and helped him get dressed and showed him to the door. I barely remembered to kiss him before he left. The poor kid walked down the stairs bowl-legged and wincing.

I should have tried talking him into jacking off in the bathroom, but I didn't think of it until he was already five minutes gone, and probably already on the freeway. Damn. I really didn't want it to end like that. I crawled back into bed and called his cell.

"Hey, Kristina." He sounded surprised over the road noise in the background. "Did I forget something?"

"Yeah, Rick. You forgot to cum for me."

"Look, I'm really sorry about that. It definitely wasn't you. I mean, you were-"

"Just shush and listen. I didn't call for an apology; I called to fix it. Put your phone on speaker or something, okay? Okay." I settled down into the still-mussed comforter on my bed and dropped my voice an octave and made it dusky -- my phone sex voice. "Pay attention, because you've got to picture this. I'm laying in my bed, and I've got one hand holding my phone, but the other is down inside my panties. I'm touching myself, Rick. I'm imagining it's your tongue. I'm licking my fingers so they can feel wet like your lips. Oooh. Can you still taste me on your lips?"

"Kris -- seriously. I'm really, really in pain, and I don't think it's going to go away until I can stop thinking about you. That's going to be hard enough as it is."

"Awww, that's sweet. But it's not going to go away until you blow your load, you big stud, and I'm going to make sure that's just what you do. I'd never forgive myself if you got into an accident driving home."

"In my pants?" There was some desperation in his voice, and I could barely keep from laughing.

"Hopefully! Mmmm... But there's a rest stop thirty miles down the highway from where you got on. If you think you can make it that far. I don't plan to let you." I cackled into my phone when he groaned. "So, where were we? Oh, right -- I'm stroking my labia with one wet finger, imagining it's your tongue sliding up and down. Oh, I loved the way you ate me out, Rick. I can't believe you've never done it before -- you're made for it. If you hadn't've run off so fast I'd throw you down into the bed right now, because I'm getting all wet again just thinking about your head between my thighs. I want to wrap my legs around your neck and squeeze and grind against your mouth until I cum so hard that my juices are dripping from your chin. It's better when I know that all you care about is my orgasm, Rick -- it's all for me. I want to watch your pretty green eyes the whole time, 'cause I can tell that you're loving it. You just love to eat me out, don't you? Was it as good as you fantasized, Rick?"




Mine



"Better..."

It only took me a couple minutes before his breathing became heavy, then ragged and gasping, and I knew he'd made a mess in his pants. It was right then, when I was telling him that he did good, that he saw the sign for the rest stop.

"Well, perfect. Go on into the bathroom and clean up in one of the stalls. Nobody's going to look at you twice with all of the shit that goes on at rest stops."

"I think I'm just going to throw away these underwear."

"Awww. Poor baby. If it will make you feel any better, I'll ruin a pair of my panties thinking about you. I'll send them to you in the mail to prove it."

After that I would have been happy to have him visit every week until we got his cock-shyness straightened out, but it didn't happen. I moved down to Escondido a few of months later, and he finally found himself a girlfriend. Believe it or not I was happy for him, and I stopped trying to get into his pants long enough for them to give it a chance. But that poor girl -- he was so mixed up and embarrassed from our day together that I don't think he ever even worked up the nerve to kiss her. Judging by the emails he sent asking for advice, she probably spent most of the time trying to figure out if he was gay or some kind of fetishy psycho. Toward the end, when it was clear to me that he wasn't going to be able to salvage the relationship, I finally sent him those panties in the mail: this silky, tiger-striped pair that were a dozen sizes too small for me, but I wore them wadded up in the crotch of my pantyhose for an evening of surfing porn. I didn't put a return address on the envelope, but later, after they'd broken up, he told me he could recognize my smell. That was when I knew then that I absolutely had to have him again.

- -- -

Tonight there won't be any mistakes -- he is going to come, and I am going to take his virginity from him and keep it like a trophy. I told him as much, too -- I told him I was going to take his innocence piece by piece.

I unhook my cape and toss it over the chair beside the bed. Maybe we'll play with it later. A flick of my heel throws the sheet back over the foot of the bed, letting me crawl down his smooth chest until my hands have wandered over the final gentle bulge of his belly and arrive at their prize. In a quick, possessive movement I scoop up his blood-thick cock and scrotum and hiss at him like a cat, curling my lips away from my teeth. Finally he can see the fangs that he's fantasized about for so many years, and the reaction is worth it. His face drains of color, and the penis in my head stiffens into a rod. I lower my mouth -- my teeth -- toward his penis while he whimpers.

Several years back, after I finally tricked him into admitting to me that he looked at porn (he'd better, after how many links I sent him), he linked me to this video of a vampire blowjob. I've watched it a hundred times since -- I even have it saved to my cell phone -- not because it makes me wet (though I can admit it is sexy in its own way), but because I want to study it. I need not only to know what turns him on, but to be it, if I want him to be mine. A lot of what the vampire actress does is with her eyes. That sucks for me, since my all-white contacts are backordered through next week and my eyes are just a muddy color of brown, but I make up for it with good, arching eyebrows and much sexier lips than that actress. I've been practicing, too. My daughter caught me one night, fangs in, carefully fellating a peeled banana when I thought I was the only one awake in the apartment. That was embarrassing. But now... I'm an expert now.

His neck arches back and his breath catches in his chest as I begin to nurse the soft mushroom tip at the end of his erection. When his eyes roll to the ceiling, I spit him out to hiss angrily, "Watch me!"

His eyes snap open -- wide enough to show lots of white -- and lock to my face.

"If I see you so much as blink, I'll bite." I bare my fangs again, and he loves it -- at least to judge by his erection. Slowly, still fixing him with an accusatory glare, I lower myself those few inches to close my lips around his cock.

I think he's actually afraid I'll bite him; whatever it is, each time I glance up I see his eyes staring at my mouth and his own penis, and even though I don't make any effort to hurry his erection never softens. When I can tell he's almost ready to cum, I wrap my fingers around his balls and squeeze until he groans, flick my tongue all around his tip so he can see, and keep my fangs bared and framing his shaft. I see him struggling, wadding the bed sheets into ropes in his fists; the poor dear is trying to be polite and not come in my mouth. It's not hard to turn my laugh into an evil cackle. Just for effect, I add in a hiss, "Feed me!"

He explodes over my tongue, so I swallow quickly before I can taste the bitterness. I push him deeper into my mouth so I don't have to taste him again, then seal my lips around his shaft and suck. He gasps, and for a moment his cock surges and pumps, futilely trying to ejaculate again, but I continue to slurp and squeeze his head in the back of my mouth for minutes after he's got nothing left to give. I know full well the agony of pleasure this is putting him through; that's why I'm doing it. I silently forgive him closing his eyes this time; my ex cried the first time I did it to him, but after that he was mine. At least for a while. Even though Rick moans and squirms and clutches at the sheets, I continue to suck and swallow until his cock has shriveled up to a fleshy knob, and then I still lick and nibble at his thighs. A vampiress is done when she's done, after all. By the time I slither up his body and thrust my tongue between his lips, the taste of his semen is gone from my mouth. He's not ready for that yet.

I hover on all fours over him, crouched down enough to let my still (amazingly) contained breasts drag against his chest. His mouth still hangs open from my kiss, and he has this expression like he's just realized what the whole world is about. "That was amaz-"

I clamp my hand down over his mouth, and none too gently. My eyes flare; even without the contacts, I know the dark makeup makes them pop. "I told you not to talk." It comes out harsher than intended, but it gets his attention. "Nothing's changed. Talk again before I tell you to and we'll both regret it. Especially before I've had my turn." I loosen my hand from his mouth, but only to wedge my fingers -- all four of them -- between his lips and teeth and pry his jaw open. I fall on him and thrust my tongue into his empty mouth -- it slaps against his lips and teeth like a flag flapping in the wind, then retreats as I lean back to lick my fangs and lips above his face, where he can see. It's ridiculously campy, I know, but I'm playing a character. The effect on him is completely worth it.

"I hope you're ready to impress me with your tongue, Rick. That was a tempting appetizer; prove to me now why I shouldn't move on to the main course." I've rehearsed my next line in my mirror in the other room, and repeated it so many times it was like a mantra. I know just how to bare my fangs when I'm saying it, where to put the inflection, when to hood my eyes. Somehow it still sounds corny when it rolls off my tongue and into his ear. "Eat me out or I eat you up." I nip his cheek.

His eyes go wide again, and that's just how I want to see them. I only have to scoot forward on my knees to pin his face between my cooch and the pillows, but I don't; I stop short. I should move quickly before he can say anything stupid, but I don't settle down against him just yet. Sucking a cock is fun enough, generally speaking, but it's not enough to make me wet; however, after the show I just put on for him I'm glistening. My pantyhose would be soaked if they weren't crotchless. I'm sure he can smell me, and I want see him reach, to stretch his tongue to taste me. I tease him, lifting my hips to stay just out of reach of his mouth. When he lifts head from the pillow, I grab a handful of the hair on the back of his head and smash him into my swollen mound. It's not until he's groaning in pleasure that I let go and grind him back down into the pillow, smearing myself all over his lips and cheeks. I press down on his forehead and mash myself against him until his face starts turning colors and I can tell he needs to breathe. I let him gasp, and I get a quick glimpse of his enormous grin before I mash down again.

I've never been this nasty before; I guess he's getting a piece of my virginity, too. I just want to do things to him, and it doesn't help matters that he's been tempting me for years now. He will be mine after tonight, but right now that's not enough -- I want to mark him or scar him, something that can't be undone. I want to hurt him just a little bit, so he loves me for taking the pain away. I want to own him. I want to taste his cum again and not shirk away from the taste this time; it's my cum now. I pull his hair and channel all my lust into trying to devour his face with my thighs. I torture myself by pulling away to let him breathe again, and I let him lick me while I quiver with the anticipation of orgasm.

He's still so eager to bury his tongue in my crotch that it doesn't matter how inexperienced he still is; his enthusiasm makes up for any subtlety. I settle my hips again and rock over his face however feels best to me without regard for his comfort, and that only seems to excite him more. I lift up every so often to give him room because his tongue is nice, but the way he sucks on my labia when I let him -- or even my clit -- mmmh! Fuck!

I want to bite down on something. Normally I'd suck on his fingers, but with these fangs- No, I don't see any reason why I can't this time, either -- that's the point of the fangs. It takes some awkward shifting to get his arm free from under my knee, but once I have his wrist in my hands I squeeze it, I dig my nails into it, and I lick all the way up his wrist and into the cup of his palm like his skin is candy. While his tongue and nose and lips grind beneath my mound, my tongue flickers around his palm. I nip on the pads of his fingers, testing the strength of my fangs on his fingers. His fingers aren't calloused; the closest they've seen to hard work is holding a number two pencil through a long masters' exam. He moans at the pain, and his watery eyes plead up at me from between my thighs, but he licks harder and faster and more urgently, as if he thinks that's what I want. He should know better -- I take what I want. I only want to bite him harder.

When I finally come -- not one roaring orgasm, but dozens of little flickers spread out over several minutes -- my teeth are buried in the meat of his thumb. Because I came down so gently I don't have to get the fuck off him like he's on fire, so even though I'm sure I'm done for awhile, I keep my cooch pressed into his face while I inspect the two purple dents I've made in his hand. I feel kind of proud of them, even if they're not permanent. I let my hips glide through smaller circles, like a racecar coasting through a victory lap after the checkered flag, and then I finally I slip back behind his chin and swipe away my sweat and gunk from his face. It's kind of gross and kind of funny, but he looks like a used Kleenex right now. "Mmm-hmmm-hmm", I giggle -- a practiced, deep, breathy laugh that shows my fangs and hides my amusement at the state of his face -- and I plop down onto his ribs. It would spoil the mood to grab a tissue from the side of the bed, so what I wipe away with my fingers I push into his mouth for him to suck clean. "I think that was more of a reward for you, but... Mmmm..." I rub a fingertip over his tongue, and my mind flits away to a fantasy of mine, of seeing him suck on my blue dildo after I've used it. No, he's not ready for that, either, and besides I didn't pack it. I swore that I wouldn't get myself off on this trip, even if I got so horny I had to rape him. That he's ready for.

Gazing back down into his teary eyes, I hiss. "You like my pussy?" It's not my favorite word, but it rolls out nicely between fangs and I know he thinks it's hot coming from my mouth. He nods, so I grab his face hard, squeezing his cheeks between my thumb and fingers until his lips purse up. "Say it!" I hiss, and I give him an angry glare. He looks worried, like he's not sure if he'd get in more trouble from talking or not. I could take it further, but I feel pity for him and relent. "This is the one time you get to talk, Rick. So make it worthwhile. Tell me how much you like my pussy."

"I love your pussy." How cute.

"It loves you too, baby. So you get a little break." I pat his cheek. "Roll over onto your stomach. Time for you to relax."

While he turns over beneath me (and tries not to throw me off him in the process), I let those long, red acrylic nails play along the sensitive skin at the small of his back, and I wonder if I've missed an opportunity to use with the nails while he was watching. Guys like him seem to have a thing for nails. I reach over to the nightstand and open that clamshell box; inside is a little silk bag that clinks in my hand. I press him back down onto his folded arms when he begins to glance up. "Shhh. I told you to relax." Inside the bag are my "dragon-claws". That's not my name for them, that's actually what they're called on the website. They're just long, jointed, silver talons that slip over the ends of my fingers, even over the acrylic nails. They seemed vampirish enough, but more importantly they were just a little bit S&M, which is the direction I wanted to turn his fantasies. These fangs might be good as a prop once, but there were a thousand things I could do if I tied him up. My little riding crop didn't get worn out by itself. I'd sprung for the full set of claws, since he's paying for the hotel, so it's a bit of a process to get them all on. Oooh... the way his skin tenses and quivers the first time I slide the tips of the cold metal down his spine is so delicious I wanted to lick him again, to suck the cold from his skin. But I don't. I have a better idea.

- -- -

One time, quite out of the blue, he'd made me extremely wet without even trying.

This was just a month or two after the time he came to my house. We'd been talking on the phone for half the night. (The prepaid phone cards he bought for us were some of the best gifts I'd ever received. Even once it was just me and my girl in the apartment I didn't want the phone ringing in the middle of the night and waking her up, and I didn't yet have one of those fancy-schmancy cell phones with free long distance. Yes, I'm a little difficult, but completely worth it.) The conversation had turned, as it often did, to the afternoon we'd spent together (we got a lot of mileage out of those five hours), and I'd made us both come talking about it. My phone voice did more for him than his nervous stammering did for me, so I still had a night with my toys planned, but I like talking to him after he'd come. He was always freer with his little secretive fantasies afterward, freer with his compliments. Sometimes I wished I could sit him down in a room and get him high and see just what he would do when he wasn't so guarded or thinking with his cock.

That night he told me that sometimes he imagined being naked with me in my room again, and he could almost remember the feeling of my warm skin on his. I liked that too, I told him. But then he said that there was something more -- that he imagined laying in my bed on his belly, maybe tied to the bed, and me biting his ass, and not just hard enough to bruise it but so hard that I really broke the skin. Oooooh. He said he thought it was the kind of thing I might do, and even if he didn't like the idea of pain it turned him on thinking about me doing it. That made me quiver. I don't think he knew just how much it would hurt. Or maybe he did; he said he imagined me holding him down until I'd punctured the skin so he couldn't squirm away. He noticed me breathing heavily into the phone, and he didn't have to ask twice for me to gasp that I was gushing around my fingers, that he'd just given me a surprise mini-gasm. It was only three minutes of conversation, but I still remember that night when I need to get off. Why? Because he was absolutely right. That was exactly the kind of thing I would have done to him if I had a little more courage, and that he saw that hidden in me and it turned him on... Mmmm-hmmm.

I didn't bring it back up, and I'm pretty sure his little fantasy didn't include fangs then, but that's what I've had in mind since I started planning out this night. And that was before I knew just how much having these things glued in my mouth made want to sink them into something, anything soft and giving -- fruit, my hairbrush handle, my pillow, my own arm. There was something about fangs that made me need to bite down, to feel flesh squish down to the bone between my teeth. There was something about his fragile, naive, innocence that made me need to hear him suck in his breath through a wince, to have him beg for a little pleasure to soften the pain. I knew that once I had his ass in my hands again I wouldn't stop until I tasted his blood on my lips. What kind of vampire would I be if I didn't?

- -- -

The tips of my new metal claws have already found his ass -- the two marbled slabs of meat that are now mine -- and he's squirming beneath my prodding and pinching and scratching, burying his hips in the bed cushion like he's fucking it. That is probably going to give him an erection again, and I'm helping by keeping my other hand between his legs, tickling his shriveled scrotum with my claw tips. When I kiss the red marks I've made on his ass cheeks, his squirming changes -- he's not eager to escape my lips like he was the sharp metal, and when I lick his skin he holds perfectly still, like he's trying not to push back on my mouth. I might have thought he was cold and unresponsive if I didn't know him better; I know he thinks he's being polite, and it only makes it easier for me to abuse him. I wonder one more time if he remembers that night on the phone when he had me sopping; then I grab a handful of his ass and I bite.

He flinches and yelps, but the cry of pain isn't whiny so much as vulnerably sexy, so I bite harder. After all of my practice I thought it would be easier to break through his skin than it is; his flesh just dents around my fangs; I have to knead my jaw back and forth -- to chew his ass while he kicks and whimpers -- until I feel a little tear, a little penetration, and I can taste the bitter metal of blood swirling through my saliva. I make a big deal of slurping noisily and washing my tongue over his flesh, but the wounds are so small they close in only a few seconds. The bruise that's forming around those little swollen holes, though -- that will last him awhile.

I've swallowed his blood, and it's enough. The taste of it isn't any more appealing to my tongue than semen, but now he knows he's marked. He knows that he's mine. He watches me over his shoulder, and relief that it's over is plain on his face, so I lick my lips and cackle at him. I practiced the next line, too -- I'm pretty convincing with the delivery. "You shouldn't have let me do that, Rick. Mmm... Now that I've had a taste of you, baby, how do you ever expect to get away alive?"

That makes his erection swell, so I reach my hand under him and grab it, stroke it with my metal claws while I kiss the the two little wounds I've made. My other tooth-dents are disappearing from his ass, but his skin is turning a lovely shade of rose and probably smarts like hell. I bite him again -- just hard enough to make him wince and raise a fresh trickle of blood from the wounds when my fangs find them. He said he doesn't like pain, but that's because he didn't know what it does to me. I'm not really a sadist; I don't pull the wings from flies and I'm probably the smiliest person in the state, but that he trusts me -- and only me -- to let me hurt him when he's so soft and young and vulnerable -- not just trusts me, but lusts for me -- makes me so wet that I think I might have an orgasm from sex.




Mine



That's not usual for me. I love intercourse as much as the next girl, but I can only orgasm from it under very specific conditions. And when those conditions come together and I cum with a penis in me- Trust me, it's always memorable. I'm getting hornier just thinking about it, so I forget his ass for a moment and manhandle him until he realizes I'm trying to roll him over and push him back so he's sitting against the headrest. This -- the position -- he remembers, or he damn well better, since I've described it to him about a hundred times. The first time was back when we were first chatting, back when I was still trying to figure out how to seduce him.

- -- -

It was way back when we first talking online. When I first met him, he was opening chat rooms with silly names like "Philosophy Dog -- Ask Me Anything". He wanted to talk about religion and ethics and altruism, but I was a horny housewife tired of rooms full of "ASL?", so I'd stalk him just a little bit and ask him about his virginity. I asked him what he thought it felt like to be inside a woman. I laughed, and I told him that once he knew from his own experience -- not just something he read in a book -- it would change his whole perspective on the world.

He was cute, and he was frustrating. He liked to think he was Mr. Holy-on-the-mountain, but he was just a kid who wanted to be teased, who wanted to be titillated, who hung on every word I typed when I explained that I liked to wear my special satin bra because of how it felt on my nipples when I got excited. I got excited easily, I told him. It didn't take much -- just a little kiss, or a little flattery, or a man's hand finding that spot in my back. Sometimes just putting on lipstick was enough. Sometimes the smell of cologne -- or perfume. I told him that I got crushes on women almost as often as men and that I wasn't afraid to act on them. It was true, too -- I wasn't just playing into the lipstick lesbian thing to give him a hard-on -- but once he'd wrapped his head around that it gave me an excuse to talk with him about how women like to be kissed and touched, what they felt like and tasted like and smelled like. That's how I really got my foot in the door.

After I had earned the title of a chat-buddy (as opposed to 'stalker'), he would play along with me when I acted out. I'd tell him I was climbing into his lap, or that I was nuzzling his ear, or that I was hovering a hair's breadth from his lips so my breath and the electricity between our skin was the only kiss he felt. I chipped away at his resolve a little bit at a time, until he was playing back with me, too, at least enough to write that he was blushing or had his arms around my waist when I sat in his lap and squirmed. What he wouldn't do, though, was "cyber"; that was a hard line, he said, because I was married.

"In name only," I told him. That wasn't entirely true then, but it was as much detail as he needed.

"Names are important," is what he told me.

So I let that zinger lie and I made him my project. I had little flings in other chat windows to prevent an outright explosion of libidinous frustration, but in between I worked on him. It took me a month in our chat rooms to break him -- a month of teasing and taunting until he finally started typing out that he was licking my nipples or (gasp) touching my "wet pussy".

He was such a virgin. The only details he gave me were reworked from what I'd already told him, and I'm sure his hands were trembling as he typed. I loved it; I loved chipping away at that wall he'd built around himself, even if he accused me of "corrupting" him. Online foreplay wasn't enough for me, though. Next I nagged him until he emailed me pictures of himself. He didn't know what a trap he'd stepped into; once I knew what he looked like, I could talk to him about his green eyes. I could describe pushing his brown hair back from his brow. I could type on and on about how I'd lick and nibble that long, awkwardly slender neck of his. (I kind of stepped into his vampire fetish before I knew it was there.)

It wasn't enough; I needed something more than words and pixels. I talked him into buying that first pre-paid calling card (the first of many) and emailing me the number. All day after I got his email I was giddy; my stomach flipped and churned like I was a high-school girl on her first date. Late at night, when everyone was asleep, I sneaked into the laundry room and called him. His voice matched his picture. Mine didn't; you'd never guess it, but my voice is breathy, and girlish in a sexy way -- kind of like Jennifer Tilly, I've been told. I sat on the floor and leaned against the washing machine while it ran. The noise from the wash hid my voice from my husband in the bedroom, but more importantly the vibration in my lower back was enough to make me horny on its own. Rick wasn't doing anything for me; he'd choked when he heard my voice, and it only took me a moment to realize that popping his cyber cherry hadn't given me the free ride to phone sex. I had a hand down in my sweats just resting there -- slowly, lightly tracing my labia while we talked about whatever -- his college courses, my day at work -- whatever. I don't remember the details; I just remember the frustration simmering up until I had to say something. "Have I told you," I asked him when the gap in the conversation was big enough that I could change the subject, "that I hardly ever have an orgasm with regular sex?"

To his credit, he rolled with it. "Yeah. On the computer." He added quickly, "But tell me about it again."

I grinned, because I knew I had him. I'd hooked him with my voice. "Well, that's why it's so nice that you like the idea of going down on me; I need some kind of clitoral stimulation for an orgasm -- most women do -- and it's hard to get that from regular sex. When some woman finally gets hold of you she's going to keep you down in her cootchie all day, 'cause most of the men I've been with don't that think they should have to go down on women. And that just means that they think I don't need an orgasm, but I do, Rick -- I really do. But that's not what I'm talking about. What were we talking about?"

"I think having an orgasm from sex?"

I made him say 'sex'! I slipped a finger inside me. "Right. Now there are really only two ways I can have an orgasm when I'm having sex. You have to remember this, okay? There's a test later. The first way is to get me really, really horny. If I get that horny I just get kind of crazy, and there's no telling what I might do to you. The best thing you can do is just sit still and do whatever I tell you and hold on. But I've only ever been that horny when I was high, and I don't think you're ready for that yet."

I laughed, because he was starting to get really quiet, but his breath was getting heavier. "I'd do all sorts of things if I was high, or a little drunk -- things you'd never forget -- but I can get dramatic, too, and I want to make it easy for you when we meet. At least at first."

He snickered back into the phone.

"The second way is kind of hard, especially since you have a little bit of a belly and I do too, and in this case it doesn't help that you're tall. You'd have to sit up in a Lazyboy or something, and I'd sit in your lap facing you, which spreads my legs and lets me get really deep on you without trying. I'd need you sucking on my tits, and whichever one you're not sucking on I'm going to be squeezing the hell out of, at least when once we start getting close. You can't squeeze my tits because I need the fingers on both of your hands, Rick: a couple in my mouth, so I have something to lick and bite and keep my mouth busy; and one finger in my ass. Usually I like it better if you just kind of touch my asshole while you're grabbing my ass, but if I'm going to come and I tell you to stick your finger in there, you'd better do it. If I think I'm going to come and I do, it's going to be such a special treat for you. But if I don't, you'd better find somewhere to hide for the rest of the day."

"Wow -- it's that big, hunh? Your orgasm?"

"That big. I remember every sex orgasm I've ever had. If I had an orgasm when we were having sex, it would change your life. You'd be my little slave if you made me come like that, and you'd love it." He chuckled into the phone, which I knew meant he was too embarrassed to agree out loud. He was kind of a dork, but if he had been there with me in the laundry room I would have jumped his bones. "Mmm... I'm all wet talking about it. I wish you were here so you could lick me. Orgasms from oral are still reeeally nice." I knew I was pushing it, but I needed something badly. I had a particular someone in mind when I was talking about men who didn't seem to think I deserved an orgasm, and he was in the bedroom.

"I'd love to lick you, Kris, more than anything."

Ooooh.... I quivered. "Then why don't you? Right now. You could drive up here in an hour and you wouldn't even have to come inside. I'll bring a blanket outside and you can eat me out in the grass all you want."

"You know why."

"He won't know. He wouldn't even care anyway. He has a girlfriend already." I could feel him slipping.

"It's the principal of it. It would be wrong, Kristina. For me. For me it would be wrong."

I harumphed through the phone and into his ear. "You could say I raped you. I probably would, too, if I saw you. I'd throw you down in the grass and just rape your little face until I came all over it."

I thought that would get a response, but all he said was, "Hmmm."

"What do I have to do, Rick, for you to let me touch you? I know you want it, no matter what you say."

"You have to be a vampire."

"Oh, I'll bite you; don't worry about that."

"No, I mean swoop down with a cape, and bite my neck with your fangs, and drink my blood. If you were supernatural, I'd have a good excuse. If you were a vampire, Kristina, I'd do anything you said."

"Is that all?" I was a little bit angry with him, but the frustrated longing in his voice was something I could relate to, even if he was too immature to understand that he needed a real outlet. Besides, I was too horny to let it bother me for long. I still had a nice little orgasm listening to him moan while we talked through our "what if" midnight tryst on the grass. I made him tell me every last article of clothing he was wearing so I could describe stripping it off of him. Just to get him back I took all of his clothes inside and left him naked outside in the grass in "what if" world.

- -- -

He stares at me -- particularly at my lips and bared fangs -- while I make the awkward transition to his lap to mount him. This is when being heavy can cost me; I'm not exactly a gymnast, and some guys get distracted by that. But his erection stays as hard as a plastic dildo -- except for the spongy tip, which swells up inside me when I slide down over him. Call me stupid, but I skipped the condom in favor of feeling the velvety, warm skin of his penis. When I begin to squirm and rock I can feel the swollen veins.

For a few moments we just make love. Finally!

I've earned it. I grind my hips back and forth slowly -- each movement deliberate -- almost like I would if I were riding his face; I squeeze when he slides out and relax when I take him back in. I push down until I can feel the base of his cock; I want him to fill me. I'm so wet that I can hear our movements slickering, slurping -- even before I'm bouncing fast enough to slap against him.

The fangs are an aphrodisiac for him; they're a reset for his cock. Whenever I feel him starting to go soft, I only have to lick my lips or curl them back from my teeth and hiss, and he's as hard as wood again. I indulge us both and lick his cheek and nip at his ear before I remind him that he has responsibilities, too -- I scoop up a breast and offer it to his lips. When I realize that I've given him something almost as exciting as the fangs, I drape my arms over his shoulders and slump forward to drown him in breasts that loom at the top of my teddy like a standing wave. I bounce and rock and squeeze, and I soak in his attention. I'll trade the calloused inattention of an experienced lover for his nervous fumbling any day; my girls deserve his kind of awed devotion. They deserve not to be taken for granted. This is worth every penny of the costume.

After a few minutes we're starting to sweat. My mind wants to drift off and give the night to my body, so I have to remind myself that this his virginity I'm taking. This night is one time that I can count on him remembering forever; it's the yardstick by which he'll measure every other woman he ever fucks. I have to focus and keep my head; I have a plan -- a script that I've worked out for him to make it special. But I don't care; I can't care. I can feel it coming -- I'm going to cum again tonight, if all of the stars line up, and if that happens by brain is just a back-seat driver. I grab my tits and squeeze, and those damned claws on my fingers dig in and really hurt. I know I'm really horny, though, because I gasp and moan in his ear and squeeze again. I knock his face away from my nipple so I can pinch it, then just as quickly shove it back between his lips and lean into his face. The stars are about to align, if only-

Mmm... Yes!

He remembers. His hands have slipped down past my hips to cup my ass, and his fingers are finding their way to my crack... It's the wrong direction, but I can fix that in a minute.

I grab one of his wrists before his both hands can smell like my sweating ass, and I drag his fingers back to my lips. I'm pretty sure all of the lipstick is gone (there's a tube waiting in the box on the nightstand, but this isn't time); this isn't the time for a show anyway -- I'm not curling my tongue between his fingers so much as gnashing his knuckles between my molars until he winces, fucking my lips with his finger and biting again.

Once I show him how to wedge his hand under my thigh, he doesn't argue; his finger slips between my cheeks and finds the tight sphincter of my anus. "Not just yet," I whisper and I- I can't help it -- my self-control just goes out the window since I'm having the first little quiver of an orgasm already -- I slammed his wrist up against the wall and rape his mouth with my tongue. My thighs seize and I clench down on him until I'm sure my vagina is going to cramp. When I pull away I leave him gasping for breath, and I see a smear of red around his mouth. It's not lipstick; it's his blood. That kiss -- my fangs -- tore up his lips pretty badly -- enough that I can see the blood beading... I don't care; his erection feels like a water balloon about to burst. Now my ass slaps against his thighs without reservation; it's trying to push down harder, to swallow the finger that's teasing the rim. I arch my back and yank his head down to the top curve of my breast, then roll my shoulder while his lips and tongue wander until he gets the idea I want his mouth back on my nipple.

It hurts when he sucks -- almost as bad as my claws, but there isn't anything I want more. That's not true. My mouth is empty; it's starting to fill with saliva, but my jaws are aching to suck or bite something -- and I'm tired of fingers. With his head tilted to the side and smashed into my bouncing breast, his neck is stretched out, so long and inviting. It glistens with sweat. The vein bulging out of it reminds me of the one on his penis. I swallow and wet my lips, and I taste the smear of his blood that last kiss left on my lips. I look at the vein again.

I want it.

It's an uncomfortable stretch to reach his neck while he's still at my breast, but once I wrap my arm around him and pull him closer he's right where I need him. I brace myself against the wall with one hand so I can keep fucking him, then run the claws on the other hand into the hair behind his ears, where they emerge just enough to tease at his neck. My mouth waters. I yank his hair, and his eyes roll up to peer at me; he's grinning -- he's loving it -- every bit of the lust I feel is reflected in his face. God, I want him -- not just this moment, but to own him, to keep him locked in a basement and make him my after-work sex-slave hobby like those nasty fuckers in the Bible belt. I get depraved when I'm having sex. My lips brush the taut skin of his neck; they don't want to wait for me to make a decision.

I know the dangers of biting his neck. I know about diseases, but I'm clean and he's probably sterile. I know where his jugular and carotid are. I can be careful. All this thinking is making my vagina hurt; I'm fucking him, for God's sake, and about to have the mother of all orgasms; what is my brain still doing in control?

Just one more thing, brain. "Rick..." I hiss in his ear. "In just a minute, I'm going to tell you to stick your finger all the way in." My tongue flicks his earlobe for a few moments while I breathe heavily in his ear. Sometimes I forget how much noise I make having sex, but that last round of moaning makes his neck flush pink. "No matter what happens, just hold on and don't move until I'm done coming, okay?"

He nods. His breath is heavy too, and I can tell he's trying not to moan in delight while I smother him in my breast. My head cocks at an odd angle; I feel like such a predator as I line up my mouth with curve of his neck. I can control myself enough to kiss him first, to brush his skin with my lips and wet it with the saliva welling in my mouth. I close my lips.

I'll leave a scar if I bit him here.

I don't care. No -- I do care; it's exactly what I want. Oh, God, I'm so wet I can feel my juices dripping down to my ass around his finger. I can feel the quivering starting in my belly. I kiss his neck again and test my fangs on his skin -- it's just a little nip. It's not like his ass -- the skin on his neck is thin and sensitive. I can feel him tensing before I even touched him; just the electricity between us is enough to make him react.

My jaw aches with the anticipation the bite -- it's like a yawn, except I just want to clamp down and gnash my teeth as hard as I can. But I can't. I can't bring myself to bite him. That he will let me hurt him is intoxicating, but to actually do it -- really do it, and not just bruise his bottom a little... My tongue thrusts out again and traces down his smooth, graceful neck in frantic little flickers; it's enough to draw out the moment while I squeeze down over his cock to bring myself to that point where my body just takes control and does what it needs to. He moans into my breast still; he's completely lost in the experience. His hand squeezes beneath my cheek and a surprisingly eager finger presses at the resistance of my sphincter. I'd do anything you want, he had said, if you were a vampire. I'd be yours. Mine!

The walls of my vagina quiver. "Now!" I hiss, and as his finger slips into me I bite.

I guess I expected it to be like the movies; even after my experience with his ass I expected my fangs to sink into his flesh like they had the fruit. But his skin just stretches -- even though he flinches and his moan turns into a squeal of pain, I feel like the best I'm doing is bruising him. He wraps an arm around me and squeezes against the pain while I chew on him; he clutches at the fat on the back of my arm, but I push him back against the headboard and grab him in return. He is mine, I'm not his. My orgasm is right there, so frustratingly close -- like the air above an ice sheet when you've fallen through a frozen lake -- and I can feel him hitting all the right spots inside me. His cock is throbbing. I rake at his skin again and again until his flesh is raw, and tears squeezed from his eyes are running down my cheek. I can't believe he's so hard, or that I'm so wet I'm gushing and slipping around each time I buck. Each time I growl or pant or moan his cock throbs again, despite his swallowed sobs.




Mine



I'm losing it. I'm going to start calling him names; cursing like a dirty porn star. I pant into his ear and nip at his skin, and what comes out from my lips is perfect. "My brave boy," I hiss, around a fold of skin pinched paper-thin between my fangs. "Bleed for me!"

Suddenly I feel a different kind of friction, like a tear in leather. Blood wells behind my lips and fills my mouth in seconds. I don't care if it tastes like pennies, it's hot and mine -- I swallow it greedily.

My hips erupt with the orgasm, and he comes at almost the same time; my channel fills with pump after pump of hot semen, just like my mouth fills with his spurting blood. My whole body burns like a volcano; the eruption in my belly overflows into giddy screaming into his blood-soaked neck. It's like shooting up; and my vagina squeezes the needle of his erection to get every drop it could. My lips do the same at his neck; I swallow again and again and begin to suck when the flow ebbs. Now that I'm past the initial shock of the taste, I can appreciate that it's more complex -- there are sweet and salty and bitter undertones depending on how the blood washes over my tongue. I can feel his moans through my lips; they're a delicious vibration. My vagina clenches again at his softening cock; the sticky, warm semen seeps into his lap.

In the afterglow of the orgasm I can see the mess I've made; blood has spilled out of the corners of my lips and dribbled down my chin and his shoulders. When I suck at it and lick it from his skin, I just smear red all over him. He's still bleeding, though, so fuck it -- I close my mouth over the wound and begin sucking again, as hard as I can. He whimpers, and the pathetic little sound -- a sublime mixture of ecstasy and utter defeat -- sends more afterquivers of orgasm through my belly and thighs and cooch. Even my ass is squeezing around his finger like it was trying pinch it off and have a piece of him, too. His blood isn't flowing as fast from his neck now, so I find the wounds with my fangs and dig away the blood clots, then tear the holes deeper and longer.

I've fucked a few men with strap-ons before, but penetrating his flesh with my teeth is so much more sexual -- so dominant and arousing.

He's not fighting me; he just moans a little and hangs loosely in my hands, which clutch at his arms like talons. The silver claws have cut into his skin there, too, so without a second thought I twist his limp arm up to my mouth and slurp up what I can. His head lolls onto my breasts and smears them with blood; below us the pillows the sheets are stained crimson red, and I don't even know how many mouthfuls I've swallowed. But it's fine, because he is mine -- finally all mine -- and this is the best orgasm I'd ever had. I dig my talons into his arm to open the vein.

Once he's lost the last of his muscle tone I yank the claws from my fingers and suck on his neck again, fighting him for the trickle of blood while I rub out two more small orgasms before I can't get any more from either of us, no matter how hard I try. I am completely satisfied, and from the way the smile is fixed on his pale, unmoving face, so is he.

...Or that's the story I tell him, more or less. It's hissed into his ear a gasp at a time while I bruise his neck with my fangs. He comes so hard I can feel the streams of semen inside me.

And me? I do have the biggest orgasm ever. And I'm keeping him for a pet, I've decided, because he's better than a virgin now. He's mine.



Mine.



I have been strapped to this table for a couple hours now. I am well trained in most things, but seem to have a stubborn proud streak that gets me punished often. 

I like to think I have weaseled my way into Master's heart. I can sometimes see a special glint in His eyes that is meant for only me to see. When His lips touch my body…I am set on fire. And His hands trailing down the sides of my ass and up over my breasts, squeezing them firmly in His hands. When he flicks my nipple teasingly with his tongue then bites down and rolls the nipple between His teeth so that when He lets go they are hard enough to cut glass with. 

I feel my pussy begin to drip onto the stone table beneath me as I fantasize. Suddenly a burst of light enters the pitch-black room, as the door swings open interrupting my fantasy. I scream out and turn my face away as the light hits my eyes harshly. 

A younger boy and His late teens early 20's walks in holding a lantern. Being only 23 myself and a very desirable woman, I watch the young man as His eyes slide over every one of my curves and heavy heave of my breasts every time I inhale. He goes about His business of lighting the candles in the room, making sure the room is lit enough to see. Making sure the tails of the flogger are not tangled….polishing the leather. 

He walks behind my head and I can only listen to what He is doing. I hear Him drop a paddle and then gasp waiting for Someone to catch Him. He swiftly picks it up and wipes it clean attaching it back to the wall. I can't help but crack a small smile at how skittish He is. Finally He walks over to me, afraid to meet my eyes. I am spread eagle on the table. My neck, wrists and ankles strapped to the table. My long dark brown hair floating over my breasts. He carefully moves my tresses to one side and drips hot oil down my abdomen. I arch my back into it, moaning softly….it's a lil too hot. 

"Shhh… you don't want to be heard." He stroked my hair and looked softly into my eyes as He started rubbing the oil into my skin.

I nod and close my dark, almost black eyes as His hands move over the length of my body. Down my stomach, over my thighs, down my calves to my feet and back up to my inner thigh. I feel Him hesitate and move back up my stomach, hesitating at my breasts…but finally moving His hand over my soft but firm globes. Being careful not to oil the nipple. Over my neck, and down my arms…I let out a small moan. 

"Enjoying yourself slut?" the voice makes my eyes snap open and my heart race faster. The Boy stepped back.

"You may go Adam. You've done well." Master said with His eyes not leaving my body.

"Yes Sir…thank You Sir." He rushed out the door. 

He walks over to me, standing by the side of the table. His eyes roaming over my body, looking for imperfections. After finding none, He steps back, I catch the small glint of a smile before He turns away, and walks to the back of the table. Releasing the leather strap at my neck. I know better than to try to move as one by one He releases all the straps to free my limbs. He strides over to the high backed chair, done in a deep blood red velvet, that is in the corner and sits down in it. 

"Come to Me, kitten."

I slide off the table and onto the floor. On my hands and knees, I crawl to Him. I kneel before Him, my round ass perched on my heels, my back arched, my hard nipples jutting out towards Him. My fingers are laced behind my neck and He kicks my thighs further apart with His boot, until I almost loose balance. I feel utterly naked, very aware of how I must look, presenting myself in this manner. I can not see His face, as my eyes are to the floor. It takes every ounce of self-control not to look up at Him. And He knows it. I can not deal with it anymore, and lift my eyes quickly to steal a glance. But He has been staring at me, and I am caught. I can feel the heat rising through my breasts and neck to my face. My nipples are swollen and hard. And I know He is staring at my dripping cunt. He chuckles.

"You have yet to learn Your place, Tania. You know better than to meet My eyes unless I instruct you to do so. You are going to be punished for that."

I drop to my hands and knees and bring my lips to His boots, kissing them in silent pleading. He allows it, for a few seconds, but He allows it.

"Enough." I quickly get back into my kneeling position. It's easier to keep my eyes to the floor now. He unsnaps the long silver paddle from His belt.

"Over My lap." He grabs me by the arm and guides me over His lap, firmly, not roughly. I am so helpless, my feet dangling, my toes barley touching the floor. He takes my wrists and ties them behind my back with leather twine. I let out a small whimper. And He brings the paddle down swiftly. 

CRACK.

My body jumps, and I blink back the tears that threaten. Then again.

CRACK.

That one hitting me square across my buttocks, I can feel the red heat on my ass as the welt raises. He skims His palm over my ass softly, squeezing each ass cheek softly, but firmly. Then it hits again…this time in a torrent of blows. 

CRACK- CRACK- CRACK- CRACK- CRACK- CRACK.

My tears are streaming freely down and I have bitten my lower lip so hard, I can taste my own blood. I am crying more now in humiliation than in pain. I can feel His hands roaming over my skin, over the heat of the red welts, and between my ass cheeks. He runs the tip of His finger down the crack, tickling the last virgin hole I have before tracing His finger lower. Running it over my lips, tugging on them. I feel Him insert the finger into my sopping wet cunt. Twisting it around, then curling it rubbing it against my g-spot. Swallowing, trying to suppress a moan. He keeps at it. I can't help it anymore and I raise my hips to grind back against His fingers. 

"Stay still." He keeps going, twisting His finger in and out, sliding another finger in. I can feel my juices sliding over my thighs as He continues to press in and out. Hooking His fingers as He massages my g-spot. I can feel His thumb pressing against my anus. I stiffen. He picks up the pace of His two fingers. Fucking them in and out, faster now. As I let out a small moan, He pressed His thumb into my anus. Twisting it around. I am breathing heavier now. I am getting close and He knows it. He snaps His fingers and points to the floor. Scrambling, as I collect myself, I drop to my knees before Him. 

"Undress Me." He lounges back in the chair and spreads His muscular thighs. I crawl between His thighs, placing my palms on them, as I lean forwards and start undoing His shirt. Opening it button by button with my mouth. Fighting the urge to kiss down His chest as I move my mouth to His pants. Finally freeing His cock…He grabs a fistful of my long dark tresses, and tilts my head back so I can stare into His eyes. I take a deep breath and hold it as my eyes meet His. I stare into the dark orbs, so brooding, but I also see the other thing. The lil spark of love He holds for me. He eyes drink in my face. Staring at me for what feels like hours, but I know it was only for a few seconds. 

Guiding my mouth to His cock, His fist still wrapped around my hair, I open my mouth before being told and suck His cock into my mouth. I work my tongue over the silky head, flicking at the hole before running my tongue under the rim. My full lips wrapping themselves around the shaft as my tongue rolls expertly over His cock. Sliding my tongue back up so I can lick off the salty slickness that as formed on the head. I feel the release on my hair as He brings His hands to both sides of my head, tangling His fingers in my hair, massaging my head as I feast on His cock. I keep sliding my head up and down, sucking hard. Not using much rhythm, I give Him a sloppy blow job. Licking up my hot saliva in long strokes up and down the shaft of His cock. I open my eyes and look up at Him; He has rolled His head back, and is staring at the ceiling of the dimly lit room. I bring my face to His balls, and nuzzle tem with my nose before lapping up at them. Working my tongue from back to front and back again before taking them into my mouth. One after the other, then finally, both together. Sucking firmly. After getting my fill, I bring my mouth back up to His cock. He lets out a groan as I swallow His cock down. Taking it all into my throat, fighting the urge to gag. 

"Mmmmphhhh." He pushes me off His cock, and I fall ungracefully to the floor. He is breathing heavily, His cock throbbing. I stare at Him and lick my lips, still hungry. 

"On the table." He points to it as He tries to compose Himself. I stare at Him as He stands and undresses Himself fully. He is a gorgeous Man, dark eyes, dark hair, muscular legs and a tight high ass, wide shoulders, and a flat, tight stomach. He must stand at 6ft at least. He is hard, and wide, and very well endowed. I shiver just thinking about what He can do to me. My eyes drinking Him in from His muscular calves up His thighs, chest, and shoulders to His face. I see that He has watched me watching Him. I feel the blush rise again, and He laughs softly.

"Enjoy what You see, kitten?"

"Yes, Master." His eyes light up as He strides over to me and crawls over my body. Holding Himself up over my body, He stares down into my eyes. His face taking on a serious look.

" I fear Tania, that you have conquered Me, just as I have conquered you."

He leaned down and kissed me. Sliding His tongue into my mouth, massaging it against mine as I reach up and tangle my fingers in His hair. His knee parts my thighs open wider as He presses down. I can feel the head of His cock pressing against my clit. He groans into my mouth as He grinds His hips back and forth. The rim of His cock gliding over my clit again and again, I start panting against His lips, He breaks the kiss and moves His mouth to my neck and kisses it hungrily. My body writhing underneath Him. I am rocking my hips back and forth, creating a larger friction in across my clit.

"Please Master!Please!" I am begging, and I can not help it. I am going insane, with His cock rubbing itself between my cunt lips. 

"Tell Me what you are." He moves His mouth to my nipples, sucking them into His mouth, rolling His tongue over them. Tugging on them with His teeth as He awaits my answer. I left out a soft moan and answer.

" I am Your slut. I am Yours. I have been Yours since the day W/we met. I live to please You."

Satisfied with my answer, He sinks His teeth into my neck and uses it as leverage as He slams His cock into my sopping cunt. I moan loudly and arch my back, thrusting my tits into the air, and my cunt down against His cock. He takes the opportunity and grabs my tits and uses them as He slams in and out of me. His cock stretching my sopping cunt open. Forcing Himself in hard and fast over and over. It's almost too unbearable to take and I know I am not going to last long. He bends down by my ear; I can hear His heavy breathing as He whispers.

"You are right, kitten. You are mine." 

With that, He reaches under my ass and lifts my hips off the table and powers in. Driving with a force unknown to man. He claims me, with each thrust. Possessing me with drive of His cock into the core of me. I am writhing uncontrollably under Him. My body damp with perspiration. As I get close to the point of no return. 

"Tell Me. Tell Me what you want." My eyes snap open as I pant noisily staring up into His brooding eyes, searching for my spark. Shaking my head back and forth, too incoherent. He never stops fucking me savagely as I hold back my orgasm.

"Tell Me what you want, Tania."

"C-c-cum…Please?" He leans down and whispers in my ear.

"You are Mine." Before He sinks His teeth into my neck and powers in roughly.

I take that as my signal and cum hard. Drenching His cock in my juices. My cunt is throbbing around His cock, milking it. I throw my head back and scream my release at the ceiling. My cunt gripping His cock is too much for Him to handle and He empties into my cunt. His groans dancing with my screams before He collapses on top of me. His heavy body crushing me to the table, His mouth close to my ear as I hear Him breathing heavily. I wrap my arms over His damp back and place a small kiss on His neck and whisper in His ear. 

"…I love You Master."



Mine



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Grab a drink, sit back, get comfortable and close your eyes. Let your imagination go free as I tell you a tale. This story is about no one in particular, but if you have a vivid imagination, it might just be about you.

The hour is late. Darkness blankets the sultry summer ground, the heat still rising, carrying the scent of wild roses and rain. The night is alive, people scurrying in the cooler air, and he sits and watches.

His long, lean body gracefully draped over the park bench. Tanned legs stretched out in front of him, his hands loosely clasped behind his head, his entire being exuding relaxation. The only visible signs of movement from this handsome man are the rise and fall of his chest, and his eyes as they watch.

He loves this game. To watch, making up scenarios in his head, who are these people of the evening, scurrying, and where do they scurry to?

He lets just his eyes wander; tracking the lone man, cell phone in hand, looking not where his feet are taking him. What is his story? Who is texting him that so consumes him?

The young woman, barely out of her teens, iPod in her hand as she smiles. Is she listening to a song, remembering a past love, a wild night of passion?

His eyes narrow, a group of teens, their steps almost in sync, almost seeming to march to unheard orders. Where are they going and what makes their faces look so happy or where is it that they have been?

As the night becomes complete, finally cooling enough that even breathing is easier he smiles, a long slow smile as he ponders where his own feet will take him. Will he go home, or maybe pop into one of the all night diners and continue his study of humanity from there?

As he shifts, leaning slightly forward, preparing to stand, he sees a movement on the path, a figure walking towards him and he decides to watch one more before calling it a night.

She walks, no...he furrows his brows, that is not the right word and he holds his breath as he wonders exactly how to describe her movements. The park lights are soft, not harsh, pointing down, minimizing any light pollution while still illuminating the walking paths. Yet, she seems to shine without benefit of man-made or moon light.

His usually relaxed state deserts him and he can feel his muscles coiling tight, almost sensing danger. How can this tiny creature cause the hairs at the back of his neck to prickle?

Glides...that's it, she seems to glide, her body so fluid as she moves that it is as if the world below her shifts as she directs the earth to do her bidding. Her face is in shadow, but he can tell that she is beautiful, the graceful curve of her hip, the long length of bare leg that peeks from the slit in her skirt, and delicate toes encased in....?

He closes his eyes then opens them to blink rapidly, shakes his head as he stares at her feet. His eyes wide as a single syllable slips over his parted and breathless lips, "Ohhhh!" It hisses out, soft as a gentle breeze, so quiet it barely registers to his own ears.

Her feet are tucked into what appear to be glass slippers. As he realizes this and the soft ohhh escapes, she looks up, the light finally bathing her face and yes, he was right...she is stunning. Her eyes, blue like the warmest of oceans, her perfect nose, and her lips, pursed as if they were perpetually waiting to be kissed.

He reaches out to touch her, runs one trembling finger along her forearm, traces a lazy circle on her wrist, then lets his strong hand encircle that delicate wrist, pulling her to him.

As her body touches his, he wonders how he got here. He does not remember standing let alone closing the distance between them. He looks deep into her eyes, and asks her, "Have you bewitched me?"

She smiles, and says, "Yes, but haven't you been waiting for me?"

He pulls her to him, their bodies touching from breast to thigh, and he looks down at her face. Hers upturned, those blue eyes burning into his gaze, he gasps aloud as those perfect lips part, poised for that kiss and he delivers. His lips descending, at first soft, tentative, barely brushing. Her sweet hot breath tickling his lip as she exhales and then, his lips demanding.

He moves against her, his lips parted, his tongue snaking forward to press into her mouth. The night has become silent, as he hears only her breathing in his ears. Her taste is as if the sweetest of concoctions, brewed specifically for him have been infused within the heated confines of her delectable mouth.

At her command, the world stands still, even the moon afraid to track across the heavens. He is lost in her heat, in the curves of her body, the tilt of her hips and ohhhhhh in the depths of her eyes. His body tenses, and then her small soft hands are caressing him, relaxing his aching muscles, soothing all confusion from his mind and he finds peace.

His eyes close as he enfolds this ethereal creature into his embrace, seeming to breathe in the very breath that she breathes out. He bends and lifts her into his arms, as light as the air, or is it that she is feeding him a strength he didn't know he possessed. It doesn't matter, he holds her close, one arm beneath her shoulders, the other beneath her knees and carries her to his bench.

He lays her down , bending to his knees in the soft earth and traces a finger along the curve of her cheek. Paying homage, his hands never breaking contact, he whispers, "What is your name?"

Her eyes sparkling, like watching the stars in those deep blue orbs, she smiles and presses a warm finger tip to his lip and whispers back, "My name is your breath, your heart beating and all that you desire, my name is Mine."

"Mine?" I don't understand. He shakes his head, unable to break contact with her eyes.

"I am yours, therefore you may call me Mine." she smiles sweetly, her even teeth flashing white behind perfectly red lips.

The contrast momentarily taking his breath, the reddest of red against the whitest of white. His breath returns, a whimper as he whispers her name, "Mine." The name a litany as he repeats it, "Mine, Mine my Beautiful Mine, yes, I do believe I have been waiting for you without knowing that I was waiting for anyone."

Her very existence seems to mirror his own, his lips claiming hers, her name a constant echo in his head, "Mine."

With a slight nod of her head, the lights on the path dim, and they are engulfed by the night. He lifts her skirt, his hand boldly tracing the fine line of her thigh muscle, trailing a fiery path on her delicate skin. His lips sealed to hers as he kneels in the grass, his body singing with delight to have captured her like this.

She winds her small hands in his hair, fingers twisting the soft strands, holding him in place.

His hand patrols her body, his fingers hesitating as he nears her sex, he can feel the moist heat of her before he even touches those quivering petals. His long fingers running over puffy nether lips, letting them push slowly, press those lips apart and as his fingers delve into her slit his breath explodes in a groan.

She lifts her hips, pushing, insistently at his hand and he brushes her clit with his fingers. She gasps, arching upwards, her breath hot as it fills his mouth and he breathes it in. He can hear her yearning in his head, a whispered plea as he pulls his lips from hers. He kisses the soft swell of her breast as she lays on his bench, a part of his night.

His free hand trailing the curve of her neck, tracing lower to pull at the edges of her top, freeing her nipple at last, he feeds on it. Suckling on the swollen tip as his fingers wriggle deeper into her wet cleft. She thrusts up quickly and his fingers slip inside her, like a heated sauna, her velvety smooth walls squeeze his digits.

His teeth nibbling on the throbbing nipple, tongue flicking back and forth across it and he growls as her moans grow louder, her pussy drenching his hand. His thumb rubbing her hard clit, pressing down to let it roll over her pubic bone. She rewards him with her whispered voice, he hears his name over and over again. 

He pauses, wondering how she knows his name, but he is too lost in the moment to let it linger. He renews his assault on her nipple, his teeth biting in, scissoring the soft flesh as she shudders under his touch.

He lifts his head, to look up at her, catching her eyes for a brief moment before her hand pulls her other breast free and she guides him to it. He bites down, lapping at the sensitive peak, bringing it to life. Her body writhing on his fingers, her pussy greedy as the muscles contract violently, and she shudders, her cries ripping the very fabric of the night.

With her hands urging him, guiding him wordlessly, her voice soft in his head she commands him to mount her. To take her, here in the outdoors, where the public path winds an arms length away, and he cannot stop himself. He shucks his clothes, his fingers glistening with her juices, he brings them to his mouth, savouring the taste and then he lowers himself between her legs, his cocks tip like a guided missile seeking its target. Her long lower limbs wrapping around his hips, heels resting on the muscled flesh of his ass, and she pulls at him, drawing his cock into her molten depths.

The outside world ceases to exist, it is just Mine and him, as one, moving with each other all through the night. His passion rises, almost to the point of release, and then her satin voice in his ear, pulling him along, not letting him cum. Her body arches as she orgasms again, he has lost track of the many lustful screams.

The sun is starting to just tinge the sky, a pale line on the horizon, her nails rake over his back, spurring him on, faster and faster, harder and deeper his cock pistons into her passage, wetter then ever, the movements in and out a blur. His heart ready to burst from his chest, the night seemingly so long, yet never wanting it to end. Her voice, "Cum for me, seed my womb, fertilize the earth, cum for me my precious one."

The command, like a switch, his body rages with a heat, the burning in his belly as his balls pull up, and then the hot spunk, rising, tracking through his cock, exploding from the tip as she pulls him deep, its force pummeling her smooth walls, demanding entrance to her womb. He shakes, screaming, "MINE!"

She smiles, her night of passion fruitful, she holds him tenderly against her breast. Already her body feels more alive for the gift of liquid life she holds deep inside her. He rocks on her body, his cock still hard within her, her strong vaginal muscles almost painful as they continue to milk his throbbing manhood, until he finally slips from her depths, laying his head on her breast, he falls asleep, to dream of his beautiful Mine.

Her voice in his dreams, the images beautiful as his eyes dart rapidly beneath his lids. The woman, his woman, showering the earth with life. Aromatic flowers, food and swift-footed beasts surround her as she smiles. She blows him a kiss, a warm breath upon his cheek as she walks away with a promise of next year.

Curled in a ball, a naked slumbers on a park bench, smiling.

A man walks by, and wonders, "What's his story, how did he come to be naked on a bench in a public park, and why is he smiling?" 



Mine



WARNING: This story is more on the gentle side. It contains more romance rather than rough sexual scenes. There will be sexual scenes, yes, but the romance is mainly the part of this story. For users who are looking for something rough and dirty, this isn't the story for you. For romantics out there, I hope you like this. :)

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I've never known what love feels like. I've read about it and seen it in movies, but I've never actually felt it. I'm talking about real love. Love that's interpreted in movies and those teen fantasy novels, that's not real. Far from it.

Real love is a rare find. Real love is how my parents looked at each other, like they didn't feel that way about anyone else but each other. Real love is when someone's heart is in your hands, and yours in on that someone's hands. You'd have to grip it tightly to not let it fall and shatter when it hits the ground.

I never thought that I would feel love. Ever. But as I grew older, I realized that the person I loved with everything inside of me had been right there in my life for as long as I could remember.

The love I feel right now is sick, wrong and unnatural. Because the person who I want the most is the person I could never truly be with.

My name is Safira Morgan, and I'm in love with my brother.

You've probably heard all kinds of incest stories, which are usually of a father raping his daughter, or a son raping his mother. There were nothing pleasant about those. It's what made people think that it's sick and wrong.

But never have people thought that someone would fall in love with their own biological sibling.

Because what I feel for my brother, Matthew Morgan, is real love. I know it in my heart.

I snap out of my thoughts and realize that I've been sitting on the couch for a long while now, staring at the blank TV screen in front of me. I turn my head to glance at the clock hung on the wall. It's almost midnight. Where the hell is he?

I know that when he gets here, he's going to comment about how I shouldn't be waiting all night for him to come home, since he brought keys, yet I just can't. I can't just sleep without knowing he's okay.

I don't want what happened to our Mom and Dad to happen to him, too.

Our parents died four years go. I was only fourteen, and Mathy fifteen. He had to quit school to get a job. We had some financial help from some of our relatives from out of town, and it worked, although Mathy is now often tired.

Luckily, I believe tomorrow is his day off. I don't feel like going to school, either, so I don't think I'm even going to go. Mathy will let me stay home, I know he will. Just as long as I don't skip too often.

I glance at the clock again. Eleven forty-nine. I start to get more and more worried. Why isn't he calling? He should be calling. He always forgets to use his damn cell phone.

I was about to completely freak out until I hear a car slamming outside, and footsteps coming toward the house. I took a peak at the window and saw that it was Mathy. I exhale in relief. He's okay.

I unlock the door and open it, and I immediately yell at him. "Where were you? I was so worried!"

"Saffy, come on." He looks at me, and it pains me to see how tired he is. There are visible dark circles under his slightly bloodshot eyes. His hair is a little messy, and his button-down shirt is open at the top, revealing a little bit of his chest. "I had a lot of work. I'm sorry for worrying you, okay?"

He pulls me to a hug, and I bury my face in his chest, breathing in his warm, familiar scent. "I'm sorry for worrying too much. It's just... I was scared that..."

"Shh... I know, baby girl. I know." He kisses my hair and rubs my back softly.

I look up at him and close the door behind us. "Have you eaten yet?" I ask him.

"Yeah," he says. "I ate a few hours before. I'm still full now though."

"Well, if you get hungry later, or want a midnight snack or something, there's some leftovers in the fridge." I smile at him and then yawn.

He chuckles. A low, throaty sound that sends tingles down my spine. In a good way. "You shouldn't have stayed up waiting for me, silly."

"I couldn't sleep til I knew you were safe and sound," I say truthfully. "Tried to, but ended up tossing and turning for several minutes."

"Go sleep, Saffy. I'll be right down here." He puts a hand on the back of my head and kisses my forehead. "Love you."

"Love you too." He has no idea that I don't just mean sibling love.

He smiles at me again before walking to the kitchen, and I weakly walk up the stairs to my room. Once I'm there, I practically throw myself onto bed, and I think I fell asleep before I even landed on the sheets.

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I wake up sweating and breathing a little to heavily. Another one of those nightmares. God, I have no idea what causes them. At first I thought it was nothing, but then, the more constant they were, the more I just couldn't stand them anymore.

But there's really not much I can do about them. Maybe therapy would fix them, if I even wanted to go to therapy, which I don't.

I realize that I'd need therapy for being in love with Mathy, too. If anyone ever knows, they'd throw me straight into the loony bin. Hell, maybe there's already a cell there just for me.

I get up from bed and sigh. Standing up, I walk to the mirror and take a good look at myself. I look horrible. Some strands of my long brown hair are in weird angles, and some are clinging onto my face due to the sweating. The pink highlights in my hair are faded, and barely visible. My blue eyes are still half-open and my nightshirt is completely rumpled.

I look at my body and sigh. I guess my body isn't that bad. It's more on the average side, probably. I'm always self conscious about it, though. Especially my 32B breasts. I've had friends tell me that they're just the right size. Not too big or too small. But then again, they're friends, and sometimes they say nice things without really meaning them. Simply because they're friends and are supposed to be nice.

I shower and brush my teeth and do all of my girly morning duties. In about an hour, I'm looking a lot better. My messy, pink-streaked brown hair is now falling in loose waves down to my back. My face looks a lot more alive, though I'm not wearing any makeup. I didn't really want to, since I'm determined to stay home today.

As I step out of my room, Mathy steps out of the bathroom.

In a towel.

Seeing him like that made my breath catch. His well sculpted body was glistening and wet, and so was his hair. I've seen him shirtless many times, yet the sight of it always takes my breath away. He's muscular, yes, but more on the thin side. He has a soccer player's body, I guess you could say. Thin, but well defined and sinewy. God, how I ache to run my hands from his hard chest down to his abs.

He smiles at me once before walking into his room. My face flushes. Crap, I think I stared at him too long. Did he notice? I hope he didn't.

I walk down the stairs and head for the couch, plopping down on it and turning the TV on. Usually, old Nickelodeon shows were on at this hour. Me and Mathy always watched them together when we were little, and it's been a while since we did that.

Legends of the Hidden Temple was on, and I smile. This show was our favorite way back when. I glance behind me when I hear footsteps and see Mathy walking down the steps. He's wearing a sleeveless shirt, and it shows his biceps. Again, I try my best not to stare too intently.

He catches my eye and smiles, and then he grins cheekily as he sees what's on the TV. "Our show," he says, walking to the couch and sitting down next to me, putting an arm around my shoulders.

I lean into him, resting my head on his shoulder. He always held me like this when we're watching TV together. He still does. Old habits die hard.

We sit in silence and watch the show for a while, and then he pulls me closer and kisses my hair. "You hungry, baby girl?" he asks.

I look up at him and nod. It always makes me all fluttery inside when he calls me 'baby girl'. "Don't worry, though. I'll make myself some noodles later."

He raises his one eyebrow at me, amused. "What, you don't want me to make you noodles?"

"Well, I don't think your noodles could ever compare to mine. I am the noodle queen, after all." I grin at him.

He snorts. "I'm a way better cook than you are."

"Yeah, but not when it comes to noodles."

"You've never even tried my noodles before."

"Alright, fine. I'll give you a chance. Just this once."

He smiles and kisses my cheek, and my heart flutters. He then removes his arm from around me and stood up, heading towards the kitchen. "Don't underestimate me, sis," he says in a singsong voice, and I laugh.

As he cooked the noodles, I can smell them in the air. The scent becomes thicker and thicker, and it smelled good, making my stomach grumble. Soon Mathy's walking back to the couch, holding the plate of noodles in his one hand, and a Coke can on the other.

He gives me the plate and I take it. I look up at him to see him folding his arms, a smug expression on his face. I chuckle, and then lift the fork to my lips and taste the noodles.

God, they taste like heaven.

Suddenly I'm digging in, and I can hear Mathy laughing. In several minutes the plate is clean, and I can barely move from the couch.

He chuckles. "I told you."

"Good God, make me noodles everyday," I beg him.

He takes the plate to the kitchen to wash it, and then walks back to me. "Shouldn't you be in school?"

"Is it okay if I skip today? I mean, I didn't skip at all last week." I give him my best, watery-eyed puppy dog face, complete with quivering lips. "Please?"

"Oh, alright," he says, smiling. "It's my day off today, anyways."

"Yay," I say weakly. I finally get to spend more time with him.

Suddenly, he scoops me up in his arms, his one arm holding the back of my knees, keeping me up. I yelp and wrap my arms around him. "Mathy! You scared the hell out of me!"

He laughs. "Remember Princess and Knight?" he asks me softly, his breath warm on my cheek.

I remember that game. It was a game we used to play of me being a princess, or a damsel in distress, and Mathy as the knight in shining armor. He'd pick me up and save me from dragons, and then we'd be tickling each other senseless.

"Fear not, my princess, I shall save you!" he says in a very Disney-Prince-Charming-like tone. I giggle and hold onto him as he runs up the stairs, holding me tight to him to make sure I don't fall.

Then he throws both of us onto my bed, me still giggling. He tickles my sides, and I tickle his, too. We squirm and giggle and tickle like back when we were kids. My hands move up to tickle his neck, and then moved to the nape of his neck, remembering that as his weak spot.

"Ah!" He crashes down on me, both of us laughing hard. He looks down at me for a while, and we just stare at each other, smiling. A strand of his dark hair fell over his eyes, and I gently brushed it away.

"Mathy?" I whisper.

"Hmm?" He leans closer to me and kisses my forehead, and I bury my face in his chest.

"Could you sleep here today?"

He raises one eyebrow. "You sure?"

"Yeah, I... I've been having constant nightmares, and..."

"Alright," he says softly, holding me tighter to him.

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The rest of the day passes by uneventfully, until night came around.

I'm tired and Mathy's in the bathroom. I plop down on my bed and wait for him. A part of me hoping that he's going to sleep shirtless. God, to feel his arms around me when he's shirtless... The thought makes me tingle all over.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I hear the bathroom door opening and closing, and then his footsteps coming to my room. As he enters my room, I suck in a breath. He's shirtless.

He smiles that irresistible smile at me and I try hard not to swoon. Then he sits next to be on the bed. "You okay?" he asks, putting an arm around me.

"Yeah," I say weakly, smiling up at him. "Just tired."

He lies on his back and pulls me to him, and I rest my head on his chest. God, it feels even more amazing than I thought it would.

I suddenly feel like I should tell him how I feel. But how could I even begin to? We're biological siblings. I know that if I tell him, he'll always have a look of disgust on his face when he looks at me. Yet, not telling him is like a huge weight on my shoulder.

We lie side by side, staring at each other. My fingers suddenly trail down his chest to his abs, and I feel him tensing. My fingers stopped on his six-pack abs that feels like a washboard. "How did you get these, anyway, Mathy?" I say with a small smile.

"Well, I go to the gym a lot. Just because I work, doesn't mean I can't stay fit." He chuckles.

"No I mean, how did you get so...buff? I mean, you've always been fit, but now you're just..." God, shut up, Saffy! I'm making a total fool of myself saying these things.

"I just work out a lot, really. And play soccer."

I nod, embarrassed with myself. He's so close to me right now. If I just lean in a tiny bit closer, our lips would touch. What if I do tell him? Will he run away? Will he be disgraced to have a sister like me?

The thoughts swirl in my head, making my vision blurry with frustrated tears.

I see Mathy frowning. "Baby girl, what's wrong?"

Tears start to roll down my cheeks slowly. Mathy wipes them away, and then I bury my face in his chest again. "I don't know what to do... I'm a freak..." I sob, making his chest wet with fresh tears.

"Tell me what's wrong, Saffy." He presses his face against my hair and holds me tight.

"I can't tell you, Mathy... It's sick and wrong." I shut my eyes tightly, but it makes more tears come out.

"I'm your big brother, baby girl. You can tell me everything."

"Mathy, I... I don't love you as just a brother." I feel him go tense. Just as I expected. "I'm in love with you." It took all my might not to explode in hysterical sobs right there, since I know what's coming next. Mathy will think I'm crazy and leave me alone. Forever.

The silence after that was deafening. After a while, he finally spoke. "Wait, what?" He sounds confused.

"Don't make me repeat it," I say, sniffling. I scoot out of his arms and shift so my back is to him. "There, I told you... Now just get this over with and call me crazy and whatever else you want to do to your lunatic sister."

"Saffy..." I feel him moving closer to me, and then his arms are around my waist. "Are you sure? Is this maybe just a phase?"

"I've never been so sure of anything else in my life." I refuse to look at him. I refuse to even move an inch. "I've always crushed on you when I was little, I remember now. But not til when I was thirteen did I know for sure that I love you. More than just a brother." I sigh. "I know this sounds freaky and crazy and unnatural, but it's just how I feel."

He's silent again for a while. "We can work something out, okay? Please look at me, baby girl. I'm not going to burst off in anger or anything like that. I love you too much to do that."

"I can't look at you right now..." My voice cracked. "I can't let you look at me. I'm a fucking disgrace."

"You're not," he says, his warm breath tickling my neck. He tugs my arm softly. "Please, Saffy. Let me understand."

I finally turn around, sorrow filling me. Sorrow due to the fact that I can never have this beautiful boy who's staring at me right now. He can never be mine. "What, Mathy? What could possibly make this any better...?"

"We'll figure something out," he says in a reassuring tone, brushing a strand of my hair away from my face. "Sleep now, baby girl."

"How could you pretend like this isn't a big deal?" I look straight at him, my voice sounding strained.

"Because I don't want you to hurt over something that's not your fault."

"What do I do, though? What's there to figure out about any of this...?" I look at him desperately. "What do I do, Mathy?"

"I don't know..." He rests his forehead against mine and sighs gently. "I don't know, Saffy."

"It hurts..." I sob again. "How I feel about you, it hurts."

"I'm sorry, Saffy... I'd take it away if I could."

He could, of course. But he's too disgusted to. We don't say anything else after that. We just look at each other until I feel my eyes droop and sleep comes for me.

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I awake the next morning still in his arms. It feels so amazing, and I close my eyes and savor the feeling. But then, the events of last night hit me like a speeding train.

I told him.

I start to sit up and I hear him shift. I see his eyes open and he gives me a sleepy, lazy grin. His hair is messy and unkempt, and his eyes are drooping slightly. God, he looks adorable. "Hey," he says, his voice low.

"Hi," I say, barely audibly, tearing my gaze away from him. I'm still disgusted with myself because he knows. He knows that I'm in love with him. I have to do something about this. I have to stop loving him like this. It's wrong.

I stiffly get out of bed, and I glance to see Mathy now sitting up on the edge of the bed, the sunlight filtering through the curtains showing his muscled body, making my yearn to touch him again, but I hold myself back. I don't want to have any of these feelings anymore.

"Saffy, come on. I can tell something's wrong." He gets up out of bed and envelopes me in his long arms.

I close my eyes and stay there for a while, and then I come to my senses and jerk away. "Stop it!" I say, a little too harshly. "I'm trying not to feel any of these feelings for you anymore, but you're making it hard."

His arms drop, and he looks as if he's been slapped. The look on his face only intensified the hurt inside me. "I'm sorry..." He ducks his head at me and then slowly walks out of the room.

I slam the door closed and press my back against it, slinking down onto the floor. I crumble into a messy, sobbing heap. My crying isn't soft and quiet like the night before. My hysterical sobs jerk and rack my whole body. I let out all my pain and hurt.

I cry and cry for what feels like ages. Soon I'm lying on the floor of my room, staring at nothing, dry tears on my cheek. I don't have the energy to cry anymore.

I hear a knock on my door. "Saffy... Please stop crying..." His tone makes me want to burst into tears all over again.

The door opens. "Saffy? Baby girl???" Suddenly I'm lifted off the ground, being cradled by him. I don't say anything to him, but I look deeply into his eyes, letting them do all the talking, letting him see the pain in them and know that he never caused me any of this pain. It's all my fault for being stupid enough to fall for my own brother.

He kisses my cheek softly. "Come on, baby, we'll talk in my room okay?"

"What's there to talk about?" God, my voice sounds terrible after all that sobbing.

"Anything and everything." He tightens his arms around me and takes me out the door, walking to the end of the hall, towards his room.

"Be more specific than that," I say, smiling a little.

We come into his room and he sits on the edge of his bed with me on his lap. "We can talk about noodles, or ice cream, or Harry Potter. Anything at all." He grins at me cheekily.

"Mathy," I say seriously, looking up at him.

"Sorry," he mumbles, his grin slightly fading. "What will it take to cheer you up?"

You feeling the same way I do and being mine forever. I just shrug at him.

Then his grin comes back and he starts tickling me again. I try squirming out of his arms. "Stop that..." I say, giggling.

He tickles on my collarbone, my weak spot, and I yelp. "Stop!" I'm giggling loudly now, and he's laughing.




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"Say uncle!" he says without stopping his tickles.

"Uncle! Uncle!" I yell out, and when he stops, we both burst into a fit of giggles.

He looks at me then, smiling. I start wondering if he ever looked at me and thought that I was beautiful. Did he ever feel anything for me?

I look down at my hands shyly, and apparently Mathy had leaned in to kiss my cheek, because when I turn my head back to him seconds later, I accidentally moved my head so that his lips were on mine. We both go tense.

My heart explodes.

I wait for him to jerk away, but he doesn't. He closes his eyes and actually leans into the kiss. This can't be happening. This has to be a dream.

His lips are so soft. I don't have the willpower to pull away, so I do the opposite: I pull him closer. I wrap my arms around his neck and rake my fingers through his hair. He deepens the kiss. He's kissing me slowly and passionately, and I feel as if my body is up in flames.

Nothing feels weird about our kiss. It feels the opposite of weird. It feels right.

Our kisses grow more intense. I wrap my legs around his waist and cling onto him tighter. And then he pulls away for a while, both of us breathing heavily. "God... We should...slow down..."

I nod and rest my forehead against his, closing my eyes and trying to control my breathing. That kiss was incredible.

We stay there for a while, our faces pressed against each other. "You're so beautiful, baby girl," he whispers, and those simple words make me overwhelmingly happy. "All other girls are gray compared to you."

"I thought you never felt anything for me..."

"I never said that," he says with a smile.

I smile back, and we kiss again, softly and lingeringly. His hand trails to the hem of my shirt and he helps me pull it off. I'm now sitting in his lap wearing only a bra and short shorts, and I can't help but blush.

"God..." he rasps, trailing his fingers down my skin, making me shiver with delight and anticipation. I love the way he looks at me, like I'm a goddess to him. "The most beautiful girl I've ever seen.."

Oh my God. This really is going to happen. I'm going to have Mathy as I've always wanted him.

He kisses from my chin down to my neck, pausing to nip at my collarbone. I moan and press my hands on the back of his neck as he trails his kisses lower and lower...and lower.

His hands wrap around me and I feel him unclip my bra, and then sliding it off. My heartbeat quickens, and I blush. "I'm sorry if they're too small..." I say lamely.

He smiles. "They're perfect, baby girl." He cups my one breast gently, and then starts to kiss the other one, making my nipples harden. He slowly sucks on my nipple as he caressed my other breast, and I bury my face in his hair, moaning loudly. God, it feels so good to be touched this way. Especially by the boy I love. I feel a bulge under his pants and the tingles in my private parts increase.

His one hand moves down my stomach onto the waist of my shorts, and he slowly tugs them off, my panties along with them. I was now completely naked in front of him, and he lays me down on my back on the bed and kisses down my stomach and soon I feel his breath...there.

"You're so wet, baby..." he whispers against my sex, making it tingle even more. Then he leans down and starts to lick and suck on it, making me gasp and moan in pleasure. I grab his hair and put my legs on his shoulders, and he digs his face deeper into my pussy. Dear God, I feel as if my juices are gushing out of me like waterfalls, I'm so wet.

"Mathy, please... I can't take it anymore..." Suddenly we're face to face again, and I feel something brushing against my sex. Something hard. He reaches to his nightstand and pulls out a condom packet, ripping it open with his teeth.

When he's all done, he looks at me and kisses me softly. "Are you a virgin, baby girl?"

I nod slowly.

He smiles. "I'll be gentle, don't worry."

"Will it hurt?" I ask him, a little scared.

"A little, but your wetness helps. And the condom." He grins, and then slightly shifts his weight, looking at me with a question in his eyes. "Ready?"

"Ready," I say weakly.

I feel his cock brush against my pussy lips and it made me shiver all over. I've seen erotic videos before, and I've also dreamed of being like this with Mathy, but I never knew what it felt like until now.

He slowly slides into me, and I wince. He's big. "You okay?" he whispers, leaning down to kiss me. He's inside of me. We're one now.

"Yeah." I smile at him. "Go on, Mathy. I want you."

He starts to slowly move his cock in and out of me, letting me get used to the feeling. I know that only a few inches of his erection was inside me, yet it already feels like he's filling me up with his whole length.

"Ready?" he says again. "This will hurt a little..."

Fear prickles at me, but I ignore it. "I'm ready," I say, my voice firm.

"Okay," Mathy says, and then he pushes his whole length into me.

I cry out as he rips away my virginity, my nails dig into his skin. All the while he holds me close to him, whispering soft, reassuring things into my ear, but I can barely hear them over my yelps and cries.

He still went slowly, gently. He nibbles on my neck, trying to comfort me. After a long while, I start to get used to the feeling of his cock, and I suddenly want more of it.

"Mathy..." I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist.

He crashes his lips on mine and kisses me uncontrollably, the kind of kiss that takes my breath away. His movements quicken and I moan louder, the bed creaking each time he thrusts into me. I throw my head back as I feel orgasms overtaking my body, over and over again. I can't stop coming.

"Yes, baby girl, come for me..." Mathy rasps against my ear.

I squirm and writhe in pleasure as my juices keep gushing out of me with each of his thrusts. I feel his muscles tensing. "God, Saffy....I'm close..."

I pull him to me and kiss him hard. So hard that I think I taste blood. "Mathy...You feel so good...Ah!" I tighten my grip on him as I feel his cock swelling inside me.

"Fuck!" With one last thrust, I feel him emptying himself inside of me, feel his cum mix with mine, and then he collapses on top of me. We hold each other tightly, I'm clinging to him as if he was my lifeline. In a way, he is. I can't bear to live without him.

"Mathy..." I kiss him again, long and soft.

"I love you," he whispers against my lips.

"In what way?" I ask.

"Brother, lover, and any other way you can think of." He kisses my nose.

Happiness fills me. "Mathy... Be with me. I want you to be mine."

He looks at me and smiles. "I already am," he whispers. "Forever."

We kiss again and lie there, just enjoying the feel of each other's bodies. My head is on his chest, and he rubs my back softly. I snuggle closer into him, breathing in his scent. I can't keep the smile off my face. Mathy is mine. Finally all mine. He loves me.

My stomach starts to grumble, and he chuckles. "You hungry?"



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"Give me the keys."

Mason stood in my doorway, shoulders pressed against the frame. His arms crossed his chest and his brow narrowed at me. We had the same eyes- crystal blue in the sunlight but grey as cold steel when we were angry. His, then, were smoky but pale. Not angry, not yet.

"No," I said.

"I told Taylor I'd take her to dinner."

"So you'll be back tonight?"

"Yeah." He lied- I could feel it with more surety than any tick. People say that you can tell a lie by the way a liar twitches when they speak, or the way their eyes shift when the words are spilling forth. I knew my brother, despite his control. We'd spent years learning to hide ourselves from others; the only people we couldn't fool now were each other. 

And I knew what he wanted. We'd talked about it often. We dreamed of escaping this world that had been built around us, and hiding out for years. We could be who we wanted, without our parents spooning shame down our throats. We wanted a life where we could say our secrets aloud instead of cowered under blankets.

"You should wait," I told him then, and I told him now. "Wait until we are done with college."

"I told you, the day I turn eighteen I am leaving." He strode forward, to stand beside my chair. I was at my desk, working on a project for my summer course. "Come with us Avery."

"Us?"

"Taylor is coming."

So that is the girl he chose. A grin tickled my lips, despite my rage at him for leaving so soon. Images rushed through my mind, of all the things that poor girl would endure under my twin brother's care. 

Mason's expression echoed my own. "I know you want to go."

"Of course I do. Just not yet-- you will run out of money, and won't have a way to get a decent job. We should set ourselves up first."

"We can live off the land. We don't need money."

"That's ridiculous."

He struck me. I heard the slap before I felt it, a loud strike followed by a sharp burn. My face felt aflame, like he'd lit a match too close to my flesh. "This is our dream," he said, eyes darkening as he glared down at me. "Why are you throwing it away? What is wrong with you?"

"Jesus Mason-" I touched a hand to my cheek, as if to make it real. Did he really hit me? It still burned, even under my fingers I felt the heat of it. 

"I will hit you again. Give me the keys."

"Fuck you."

He grasped a fistful of my hair and dragged me out of the chair. My hands came up as defense, my fingers digging into his arms as he yanked me across the room. My scalp felt like it was tearing off- I stumbled after him, trying to regain enough balance to stand. "You are me," he said, and used one of his legs to swipe mine from under me. I fell to my knees, a cry escaping my lips. "And I am you."

We'd said the words a million times, growing up. Never with such anger, but we'd repeated them over and over until it became our mantra. It got us through everything. 

Now he threw the words in my face. Mason knelt behind me, one hand still tightening around my hair. His other hand ran across my belly, sliding into the pockets of my jeans. "I will not leave a part of me behind."

He tugged the keys out of my pocket and tossed them onto the bed. His hand kept moving across my body, slipping under my jeans. I felt his warm fingers on my skin, felt him reach my clit. He squeezed, and I shuddered against him. 

"You are me," he said again, this time a whisper that tickled my ear and had me moaning into his shoulder. 

My hands wrapped around his wrist but he was stronger. His fingers were wet now, gliding back to my heated pussy and forth again to my clit. "I know what you like, because it is what I like. We are leaving this place, today, for the life we have always talked about. It will be amazing, my sweet sister. You'll see."

"I'm not going," I murmured. 

He took his hand out of my jeans and reached for the shoe box under my bed. My S+M stuff, from when I was dating Justin. Mason flipped the lid off and reached for the bright nylon rope. "Then I will drag you all the way there."



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No, not the dirty ones like fuck, damn, cock, cunt, hell. I like those...a lot actually. Well, except for hell. 

Not even the good one...LOVE. I remember the first time a man said he loved me, well sort of. We were making out in the back seat of a cab with sand in some very intimate places after having the infamous sex on the beach. He held me close, locked into my eyes and said...Three words, eight letters, one meaning.

A few years later I learned that was not necessarily true. The English language has only one word for love whether it is I love my kids, I love bacon or I love you. But other languages have many different words...familial love, friendship love, motherly love, god kind of love. So no, even that word does not have just one meaning.

As an empath, love is the most natural thing in the world for me. Of course, I love my children. Oh, they get into little squabbles and ask...Mom, be honest, you love me best. But I always tell them, I love you all the same, but differently. They each have their little box in my heart and no others' box is quite the same. 

I love my friends and sisters too. Intensely. There is not much that I will not do or give them. As I tell them, when I give you a piece of my heart it is yours to keep...even when they have wronged me. I have a dear friend; our online friendship got me through the first eighteen months after my separation. He was my lifeline, my only true friend. But we got to the point that every time we talked one of us upset the other. We agreed to take a break. Nine months later I contacted him when I met someone I thought could give him what wanted. He said he thought I had forgotten him, but I explained I never forget my friends...any of them.

I have been blessed and cursed to love and be loved by some amazing men...and a few women. My first ex-husband used the analogy of life being a house that you are building and people who come into your life are the bricks. They teach you some things; show you a part of yourself. Some stay and some go, but all give you something. 

While I have just had a horrifying experience with poly that was actually cheating in disguise, as a mother and a lover theoretically I get it. No one truly loves just one person. We are all poly, getting and giving different things to different people. Maybe one day, his lies, half-truths and constantly changing story will give way to what truly should be the most natural thing in the world. 

Oh and I don't really love bacon. Reading, writing, murder dramas and sewing, but not bacon. 

But I get love. With a lifetime of experience, I like to say that love is a gift, free and clear, no strings attached. It is mine to give to whom I want. 

So that is not the four letter word that I am talking about. Not the word that rocks my world. Stops my heart. Send s me to my knees at his feet. Not the word that makes me swoon. Not the word that I long to hear the most. What is that four letter word then you ask?

MINE. 

Mine is so much more than just love. I love many people but with the exception of my children and a couple of truly special sister/friends, none are Mine. No, mine is special because it denotes a sense of ownership, of belonging, of permanence. If something is yours, you take care of it; you do not leave it. It is yours, today, tomorrow and always. 

And that is what I want more than love. I want to belong. I want to know that you will take care of me, not because you want to, but because you have to, because like with my kids...I have no choice but to love and care for them...they are mine and I am stuck with them. Forever...that is the unspoken meaning behind the word Mine. 

Yes, it would be nice (another four letter word) to hear the L-word occasionally, but I would much rather hear the M-word...every morning, every day, every night...for the rest of your lives. Because the word MINE is the one word that holds the magic key to unlock total, complete surrender. Mine is this sub's ultimate reward.



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Okay here it is again folks, this time edited by walkingliberty to who I owe a great deal of gratitude for coming to my rescue by straightening out the grammar and catching all those little things I missed.

As for grammar, in the dialog between characters is it written in the colloquial dialect of Ontario, Canada. To quote Cromagnonman "No-one that I know speaks grammatically correct English with perfect syntax. So I write it as these people would speak it."

When I write I 'hear' what the characters would say, and write what I hear. 

Copyright 2014

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Cameron Grant hung up the phone softly cursing, "Bitch," describing his opinion of the woman at the other end of the call. Granted, the delays in the new project that had brought on the call where causing the project to run over budget, but anyone who knew about mining should be aware that new methods invariably run into snags.

He had written a treatise on the geophysics of the project for them. He had painstakingly explained that applying theoretical science to actual rocks would necessitate some modifications. He explained to them that the salt bed itself was not homogeneous throughout, then had explained that homogeneous throughout meant that that from foot to foot down the tunnel there could be changes in the structure of the salt bed. 

Why they couldn't see the payoff of a sixty percent increase in salt extraction was worth it in the long run baffled him.

Now he was going to have to deal with the new head office pain face to face, as she had told him she was coming in person in a week to inspect the project. What some bean counter from Cenozoic Mining's head office in Montreal would possibly get out of going underground was beyond him. 

***

A week later he was summoned while inspecting the test area because the bitch had arrived, demanding he meet her at the man cage at mine level and escort her to the test site. It meant he had to stop the readings he was taking and waste a half hour being a taxi driver, not to mention the time wasted explaining yet again what he was doing. By the time he had secured his scientific instruments and reached the bottom of the shaft he was fuming. When he received the message that she would be another half hour, he was furious.

The shift boss, seeing him standing around waiting, asked if he was going back to the test site. When Cameron said that he would be as soon the head office person arrived, the shift boss asked if it would be too much trouble to drop off supplies to the miner's lunch room, which would only be a short detour on his way back to the test site. 

The vehicle Cam was driving was a special built, four wheel drive type of diesel pickup truck. Instead of the usual thin steel the body was fabricated out of eighth inch thick plate. It was completely open with bench's down the side of the interior of the box so it could be used as a personnel carrier if need be. As there was plenty of cargo space between the benches it could handle the small load easily.

Cameron was on good terms with all the underground personnel. Knowing that staying that way meant he got excellent co-operation when he needed help, he was more than happy to take the supplies. If it irritated the head office bimbo at the same time it would be a bonus. 

He had his back turned to the shaft when she finally arrived. His first notice was, "Ahem, are you Cameron Grant?"

"Yes and you must be W. Allison Thomas. What the hell took you so long? I'm running behind schedule on my instrument readings and we need to make a fifteen minute side trip before we get to the test area."

"Why?"

"I have supplies to drop off at the miner's lunch building."

"I have a plane to catch back to Montreal and don't have time. You'll just have to deliver that stuff when I leave."

In their brief interaction, the only physical thing he noticed about her was the cold, hard blue eyes and the harsh set of her mouth.

As they were driving Ms. Thomas decided she wanted to test Cameron's commitment to the project so she asked him to tell her about what he was doing.

"Haven't you read my reports?" he responded.

"I have but I want to hear it from you."

He muttered about bitches playing games then started, "As you know our current production tunneling method is to drive the forty five foot tunnels in a grid pattern leaving pillars of one hundred and eighty five feet to support the tunnel roof. This has caused the working faces to move farther and farther from the mine shafts."

As they approached a tunnel intersection where the cross tunnel was also used by traffic he paused his talk to turn off the headlights and concentrate on what he could see at the intersection. He then turned the lights on again. 

He was about to continue to speak when she asked, "Why did you do that?"

"Production equipment has the right of way and the miners long ago learned that they could see the reflection of the headlights of cross traffic on the pillars if they killed their own lights saving the time of stopping at every intersection. The production trucks, that haul the salt from the working faces, are thirty five ton Cat off road dump trucks. With those beasts loose down here I like to make really sure nothing is coming.

Continuing what I was saying, using the old system with its wastage we now have to drive three miles to get to the working face. When they started the mine the science of geophysics was in its infancy so they erred on the side of caution. In studying sedimentary rock beds we found that we could create a system where we could possibly drive three tunnels, and eighty foot wide one between two sixty footers with a twenty feet of pillar before needing a one eighty five pillar on the outside wall of the sixty footers."

There was a clanking sound causing her to interrupt in alarm asking, "What was that?"

Calmly Cam replied, "That was a rock bolt that snapped when it got stretched too far. Remind me to report it to the mine captain when we get back."

"What is a rock bolt?" she asked, reassured by his calm demeanor.

"The rock, as you should know, is sedimentary, that is it is in layers. It is always settling and the rock bolts, which are fourteen feet long, are put into place so we know when the roof has sagged to the point it may collapse. They then blast the dangerous area before it falls on its own."

At the following intersection they heard three more rock bolt clanks as he made a left turn and headed down a tunnel that at first seemed to have no cross tunnels. At what Ms. Thomas estimated to be twice the length of a normal pillar she saw openings to her left.

They drove past the first opening and entered the second. 

"This is the eighty foot wide tunnel I told you about, as you can see there is far more product being extracted in this process than in the current method." Cameron stated in a supercilious tone. "That's nice, but your method has the miners working these faces once every two weeks whereas the current process has the turn over every second day."She responded sharply.

Exasperated Cameron replied, "That is because this is experimental. I need to take readings after the effects of the blasting at the face have past. I have no intention of risking the miners' lives going off half cocked. I've already discovered that the roof is more stable if the side tunnels are two blasts deeper than the center one."

Angrily she responded, "That's fine but your reputation is on the line if you don't get this into production soon." 'Mine too.' she silently thought.

He was just about to retort when they heard a loud boom followed by the sound of tons of rock crashing down. The ground beneath them started to shake causing Cameron to look back towards the mouth of the tunnel. He saw a cloud of dust moving across the opening, which worried him. He turned and looked up at the tunnel ceiling in time to hear a loud crack and see a large chunk of salt breaking loose from the wall beside them. 

He grabbed Ms. Thomas' arm and roughly pulled her out of her seat and away from the vehicle. With his back turned to the vehicle he heard the crash of the salt landing. Then everything went dark. Even on the darkest night there is some ambient light but in a mine when the artificial lights are off there is nothing but pitch black darkness. Cameron turned on his cap lamp and took a quick survey of the damage. He was relieved to see the rock had crushed the front end, including the driver's seat but the back was untouched.

Ms. Thomas screamed, "GET ME BACK TO THE SURFACE!"

He was already stressed to the maximum and hearing her yell, he lost control of his temper. 

"Oh shut the fuck up, we're stuck and no amount of yelling will change that. Why do you have to be such a fucking bitch?"

"Like I care what a misogynist asshole like you thinks of me." She snarled.

"Regardless we don't know what happened, we don't have a vehicle and the safety protocol is we remain where the location board says we were going so they can find us." He harshly responded.

Time passed with only the faint sound of the emergency siren being heard until she queried, "Methane?

Somewhat surprised that a head office bean counter would know to ask that question he civilly answered, "That's the only thing I can think of that would cause what we heard and felt. Even though we are dealing with sedimentary rock this mine is remarkably free of methane so it may have been one of the explosive caches, though I can't see that causing what we heard. A methane pressure build up also explains the rock bolts in that last intersection." 

He paused, then, asked, "How did you know about methane?"

"I am a geologist. At least I was one until I decided there was more money to be made in management so I went back to school for an MBA." 

While he still didn't like her, being a geologist did earn her some respect.

"How long do you think it will be before they come looking for us?"

Cameron thought for a bit, then answered, "It could be as little as twenty four hours or a long as three days."

"That long?" She asked dejectedly.

"Fraid so, Ms. Thomas. First they have to send all the miners to the surface to claim their tags to find out who's missing. Then they have to wait for a mine safety inspector to determine if it is safe to go back into the tunnels. Unfortunately, locally that person is me so they will have to bring in someone and as I recall the nearest one is in Sudbury. If we are lucky they will be able to just go around the blockage and drive right to us. But from the dust cloud I saw I think the explosion happened at the intersection where we turned to get in here. The good news is in all likelihood we are the only ones trapped although it's possible that whoever had the ignition source for the explosion is buried beneath the fall."

"In any event we will get out safe and sound and, thanks to you Ms Thomas, our time here wll be in relative comfort."

"What did you mean with that last remark?" she said defensively.

"Just stating a fact, no insult intended. Remember those supplies I was going to drop off? They are three five gallon jugs of water, a box of beef jerky, a box of potato chips and two large packages of toilet paper. I am particularly pleased with the latter as the can do double duty as pillows."

"Oh, yeah," She said without enthusiasm, adding, "As we will be spending at least the next day together, call me Allison."

"Speaking of comfort, I had better unload the truck and see if I can make a bed before the lights go." He said, heading towards the truck. Slightly panicked, she asked, "Are we going to lose the lights?"

"Yours should be fine for a long time but I've been using mine since early this morning so the charge should be getting low." 

Cameron managed to unload the truck and detach the rear seat cushions just as the battery to his lamp died.

When he looked over at Allison. Seeing her lamp was not as bright as it should be, he quickly walked over to her and detached the light from her helmet. He then inspected the battery pack at her hip. He saw that the leg of the coveralls were wet and immediately undid her belt on which the battery was attached. He then asked in an urgent tone, "Allison how is your right leg feeling?"

"I landed on that side when you yanked me out of the truck and it was sore for a while, but now there's a burning sensation that seems to be getting worse. Why?"

The only answer she got was, "Fuck!" as he raced towards the water bottles. He took off his helmet and filled it with water and was racing back to her when her lamp died as well. He slowed then said, "Allison you need to take off the coveralls and your pants immediately!"

"What the fuck! It gets dark and you immediately turn into a fucking pervert, there is no fucking way I am going to take off my clothes..."

She stopped when she felt his hand touch her shoulder.

"Allison, listen to me. The batteries are lead acid and what you are feeling is the acid burning your skin. I have water to wash it off but you need to get the coveralls and pants off so I can do it." When what he was saying sunk in, she immediately complied. She started to feel the heat of a blush at the thought of standing in front of him with just her panties covering her lower half. She then laughed silently at herself when she realized he couldn't see a thing. 

"Allison put your left hand in front of your crotch. I need to be touching you and I don't want to put my hand where it shouldn't be." She did as she was told and soon felt his hand on her forearm.

"Now move my hand to your right hip. I am right handed so I will need to be behind you. I will slide my left hand across your lower back until I'm in position."

She felt his hand slide across her back just barely touching the uppermost part of her buttocks. Allison shuttered a bit at the gentleness of his touch, then blushed again wondering if he could tell that she was wearing a thong.

Cameron spoke again in a reassuring, matter of fact tone of voice, saying, "I'm going to kneel down and wash your leg, Okay?"

"Okay."

Cameron dipped his hand in the water and splashed it against her leg. He then dipped the hand again and placed it on her thigh slowly caressing where he thought the acid might be. He continued dipping and moving his hand until he had covered most of her leg with his washing. His hand felt a long shapely well toned leg. The smooth soft feel of her skin as his hands slid up her leg was starting to arouse him. He decided that she might be very sexy under the right circumstances. He then remembered her attitude and silently cursed himself for being such an idiot. 

Allison couldn't believe how erotic the touch of his hand was on her leg. The way his hand gently caressed her calf and thigh sent shivers down her spine. She began to wonder if maybe he wasn't such an asshole when he stood up and started talking again.

Resuming his instructions he said, "You are going to need something to wear. Normally it is a constant sixty seven degrees down here so you will get cold without something to cover your lower body, particularly with a damp leg. You can't put your jeans or coveralls back on because of the acid, so I am going to take my coveralls off for you to wear.

What I want you to do is move around behind me and pull the coveralls off my shoulders, then put your hands back on my shoulders so we don't lose touch."

She did as she was asked told and felt the passage of the cloth on her legs as the coveralls dropped to his feet. She kept her hands in contact with him as he knelt to pick up the garment. 

"Now I am going to hold the coveralls in front of me. You work around to the front then lean back against my chest. Good, now lift your left leg and step into the opening. I'll keep the right leg bunched so the only opening is the left leg." 

As Allison lifted her leg she lost her balance a bit. Reaching down to steady herself she felt Cameron's bare right thigh, and angrily started yelling, "I should have known you were a fucking pervert asshole! What were you going to do ram it into me when I bent over?"

She started to pull away, but Cameron grabbed her around the waist to prevent her from getting lost in the blackness.

She yelled, "Let me go asshole!" But Cameron shouted louder,""I'm wearing shorts you stupid bitch, that's why you felt my bare leg, which I assume is what set you off. But thank you, I was almost starting to believe there might be a person in there instead of the head office bitch I've come to know and hate." 

Allison stopped struggling and reached back again only a little higher and sure enough she felt the cloth of a pair of shorts.

Still wound up, she asked in a belligerent tone, "How the fuck was I to know?"

After what seemed to Cameron like a five minute pause, she sighed and said, "I overreacted. You had plenty of opportunities to cop a feel when you were washing my leg but you didn't. I guess I'm still a little freaked by what's happened. Forgive me please."

Cameron, taken aback by her quick change of demeanor was silent for a bit, then said, "It's okay, this whole episode must be hard for you. I have an excellent spatial relations sense, so finish putting the coveralls on and I'll take us back to the cushions so we can sit down and talk." 

Back at the cushions they sat down and Cameron once again started to talk, "There is one thing we need to work out before it becomes an emergency, the latrine. If you don't mind I have an idea that should work, would you like to hear it?"

"You're the expert, please go ahead." She replied.

"Thank you. Are you familiar with the kid's game Marco Polo?"

"I think so, that's where one child is blind folded and says Marco and the other has to respond Polo. She responded, Oh! I see what you're getting at. We use that if one of us gets disoriented."

"Exactly, there is about four feet of space between the wall and the damaged truck. We'll use that space as the latrine, that way we shouldn't get lost. From where we are now the truck is right over there." He said pointing.

She giggled, and said, "You'll have to show me again, I didn't see where you were pointing." They both laughed at his automatic response to giving directions. He said, "Stand up and take my hand." 

They walked across the cushions to the far side, where he told her to put her heals against the cushions' edge then spread her legs.

"Back to being a pervert, eh?" she said teasingly, then immediately felt the heat of a blush and wondered what had possessed her to say such a thing. 

Cameron didn't know what to think, so he decided to ignore the comment and continue his instructions. 

"Now put your arms out straight with your hands in front of you. There, you are now pointing at the truck. The cushions are aligned parallel to the side of the truck so to get back you just repeat the process with your back to the truck. I'm going sleep on the side away from the truck so if you step on me you know you've gone in the wrong direction."

It was a feeble attempt a humor but when he heard her chuckle he was surprisingly pleased.

They sat in silence for a while.

Without a watch Cameron had no way of telling the time, but it seemed to him the silence lasted an hour though it could have only been ten minutes. Regardless it was plenty of time to think about the way he had treated W. Allison Thomas.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I should not have spoken to you the way I did. I'm not a misogynist. In fact I happen to like and respect most of the women I know. "

"Then why did you?"

With no end in sight he decided to tell her in the hope that maybe it would help continue to defuse the residual animosity between them.

"This project is very important to me. It is the first time I have been able to creatively apply what I know about geophysics. Up to this point I have been giving opinions on situations but have never tried to do something new and untested. Sorry, that wasn't a very good explanation but I don't really know how to explain it any better. That, and I reacted badly to the tone of your voice."




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He smiled, then added, "You sounded like my ex-wife." 

"You smiled when you said that last comment didn't you?"

"Yes, why did you ask?"

"It's weird but I think I heard the smile."

"I agree. It's a bit weird. Though I haven't heard you smile, I have heard the angry look on your face. But that just may be the memory from our, shall we call it, talk, when you arrived underground."

"Cameron, if it's okay with you I'd like to hear about your ex-wife."

Figuring what the hell, it was no big secret, he responded, "It is okay with me. The marriage lasted only two years and it ended several years ago. We met at a university party when I was doing my Masters degree. She was in her last year of fine arts and we hit it off, and, well you know how it goes.

The trouble started when I graduated. She was under the impression that, with a Masters degree, I would be making tons of money. 

Her name was Holly but it should have been Ivana, as in I vana new car or I vana go to Hawaii. When the reality of what I could earn starting out hit home, she turned cold and harsh. Demanding to know what I was doing to get a better job and criticizing me for having no ambition. Generally I'm not confrontational so I put up with that shit for a little over a year before I started to react and..."

Allison interrupted, "You don't need to explain how you reacted, I, think I've heard it several times now."

"Were you smiling just now?" Cam asked.

"Yes, I take you now know what I meant about hearing a smile." She replied.

There was a break in the conversation until some interminable time later Cam asked, "Allison, what does the 'W' stand for."

"Wendy."

Cam thought a bit then it came to him if she used her first name she would be Wendy Thomas.

"Oh, I had thought it was a pompous affectation, but I understand now."

Allison explained, "I was born before the restaurant chain became so well known. After the TV ads started I got tired of listening to every half wit who thought making jokes about my name was funny. It became clear that if I was ever to be taken seriously as a professional, Wendy had to go."

"Speaking of restaurants, I'm going over to our private take out joint can I get you anything Wendy?"

"Okay smart ass, why are you calling me Wendy when you know I don't like it."

"You never said you didn't like it, anyway I like it as it brings back happy memories of the first girl I ever kissed. It counteracts the feeling I have about W. Allison."

"You're kidding, aren't you?"

"Nope, I was six years old, and she lived across the street. Don't worry I'll only call you Wendy when no one can overhear, so everyone will think nothing has changed. 

Say you didn't perchance live in Timmons when you were little?" Allison chuckled then answered, "No, I did some field work around Timmons and South Porcupine, but I grew up in Come By Chance. Before you ask, I lost the Newfoundland accent for good when I was taking my MBA." 

Then she asked, "You just said, 'so everyone will think nothing has changed.' Has something changed? "

"Don't you think so? For my part I'm finding I actually like Wendy Thomas."

"What's your middle name Cameron?"

"Angus."

"I still don't care much for that asshole Cameron Grant, but I'm finding Angus Grant to be a very personable individual, downright likable in fact."

"You never answered my question about grub. Would you like beef jerky or potato chips or both?"

"A bit of both please."

"Good. I would have hated to drag you with me to bring back just my dinner. It occurred to me that walking back and forth to get a cup of water seemed a bit much so I am going to bring back one of the five gallon jugs. As far as I know we only have the cup from my thermos to drink from, so it's a good thing that Wendy and Angus like each other."

He dug into the boxes of food and started handing items to her. I was a slow process as without being able to see each other the hand offs had to be done by feel. When had had passed what he thought was enough food to her. He went to try to find the emergency blanket under the passenger's seat.

After he was successful in finding the blanket he said, 'I think the easiest way to do this is if you grab on to the back of my shirt and I'll lead the way."

"Hey Bwana, how am I supposed to hang on to your shirt with my hands full of food?"

"Put the beef Jerky in the pockets, and if you're still having problems then shove the chips up under your shirt, its tight enough they should stay put for the short trip back."

There was a delay in getting started as she had to put the food down to free her hands, then painstakingly find each item in the dark to stow it in her clothes. When she was finished stowing the food she said, "Okay Cam I'm ready."

He put the blanket over his shoulder, picked up the water bottle and said, "I'm ready too, grab a hold."

During the short but slow trip back from the truck Allison thought about their talk and realized she was coming to like Cam, a lot.

"What happened to Angus?"

"It just seemed wrong, if it's all the same to you I'll call you Cam and you call me Ally."

Okay, works for me." *** After they had finished their meal Ally said, "Cam, I need to apologize for being so bitchy."

"Don't worry about it. It's all water under the bridge as far as I'm concerned."

"No Cam, you need to know. Like you, one part of it was an asshole ex, but the other part is my decision on your project directly effects my position in the company. If I approve this and something goes wrong I'll likely get dismissed. I wanted this project from the beginning but they decided that a senior person should have glory. It was only when that moron realized his head was on the chopping block because of the seeming delays that he convinced the board that as a geologist I was a better person to assess whether your method was a success. 

Even though there's still three months on your contract they have been pushing me for the last couple of months to make a decision. The scientist in me also wanted to see the project first hand. I believe that what you are doing will work and will both boost production and make the mine safer."

Cam gave a little laugh and the said, "You could have fooled me on that."

"Like I said, it was just a little too much like fighting with my ex, not that you're anything like him."

"What was he like?"

"He was an incredibly charming self centered slime ball. If he didn't get his way we fought like, well you know. 

I didn't know about the slime ball part until I returned from early from 2 weeks in the field prospecting and found him in bed with his boss's secretary. He told me, and I still can't believe he had the gall to say it, that he doing it for us. Turns out, not only was he fucking her, he was fucking the boss's wife. His idea was to get dirt on the boss so he could use it to get a promotion."

"Ouch." Was all Cam could think of saying, so he returned to business.

"Well, Ally me darling, I have just decided that the new method is a rousing success so it's full speed ahead from here on."

"What made you decide that?"

"We're alive. If there had been any issues with the science that explosion would have caused a cave in here. So our being alive proves no problem."

"What about the rock that crushed the truck?"

"I've been thinking long and hard about that. It was isolated so it's not systemic. It's my belief that without the explosion it would have remained there forever. The other explanation is the scalers, the miners who are supposed to find potential problems like that, just did a shitty job.

Now that all's well in the Cam-Ally world I'm bushed and going to bed or taking a long nap depending on the time in the real world, either way it is night, night for me."

Ally lay down on the cushions to try and sleep when Cam lay down but couldn't nod off. She tried to convince herself that there was nothing left for her to worry about but the utter strangeness of the black surroundings kept her feeling just insecure enough that she couldn't sleep. She had no idea how long she lay there listening to Cam's rhythmic breathing when the call of nature beckoned her. 

She didn't want to disturb the quiet by calling to him, so crawled over to wake him with a touch. When she came to the edge of the cushions she reached her hand out then lowered her hand hoping he was where she thought he was. She was pleased with herself when she felt the material of his shorts but was a little confused when she felt something hard. In a flash she realized that she had grabbed a hold of his cock! 

The relief she felt when the sound of his breathing didn't change was immediately followed by two competing thoughts. The sensible thought was to remove her hand immediately but the other was to run her hand gently over him to 'see' how big he was. The second thought had won and she had just started to move her hand when he coughed, startling her, causing her to quickly remove her hand. 

Calm returned to her when she heard his breathing return to normal. Deciding she would never make it as a cat burglar, she moved sideways until she was sure she was over his torso, then shook him a couple of times before he woke.

Her relief in finding out he wasn't a light sleeper was almost palatable. "What's up?" He asked.

She giggled when her first thought was 'your cock' then said, "Nature calls. you" "Okay, do you think can get there on your own?" He asked.

"I should be able using your directions." She answered, then, started walking toward the truck.

She had just squatted down when, in horror, she realized that in the deathly quiet her peeing would sound like Niagara Falls. Ally was in the process of trying to figure out how she could do it quietly when she heard the sound of water splashing from the far side of the tunnel. The sound had the effect of both relieving her anxiety and causing her to relieve her bladder.

When she made it back to their camp, as she now thought of it, she was about to light into him about breaking his own safety protocols when she realized he must have guessed she would worry about the sound and had taken a piss himself to mask it for her.

When she thought about it, outside of their spats, he had done everything he could to keep her safe and comfortable since the explosion, even to the point of working at making friends with her.

He arrived at the camp, saying, "God I needed that."

In the not so distant past she would have thought he was just another boorish man, but with her newfound enlightenment she realized his comment removed any residual embarrassment she had about pissing in the tunnel. 

Cam then said, "I'm still bushed so goodnight, good morning, good afternoon, or good evening, whichever is applicable."

Ally said goodnight and slipped under the blanket but sleep still eluded her. She wondered how she could have been so wrong about Cam. She was surprised that in the hours that they had been trapped she had gone from thinking of him as a misogynist bastard to thinking of him with genuine affection. 

She decided that maybe her problem getting to sleep was how uncomfortable it was trying to sleep in the coveralls. So she took them off. 

She still felt a little insecure so steeling her resolve, she whispered, "Cam, I'm still a little freaked out and can't get to sleep, would you come and snuggle with me?"

She was half hoping he didn't hear her, but in the same soft tone she heard, "It would be my pleasure Milady." Ally had another brief moment of horror when she realized she hadn't put the coveralls back on before asking Cam to snuggle, then decided she wouldn't mind if he did somehow realize she was essentially bare assed. She felt the blanket move, then, his arm slide beneath her head so that his bicep was now her pillow. The next thing she felt was his chest against her back followed by his other arm wrapping around her mid section. She was surprised when she didn't feel his groin pushing against her ass, but let that thought go to just bask in the feeling of security his presence gave her.

She still couldn't get to sleep as her conscience was now bothering her. "Cam, I have a confession to make to you."

When he didn't reply she continued, "When I went to wake you up, I accidently grabbed your penis."

He answered, "I know it was accidental. There is no way you could have unerringly managed to grab my cock first try in this blackness." 

Relieved that he was not upset she put her arms around his arm on her torso thinking now she could go to sleep. It was not to be, as something he said that seemed off but she couldn't quite pin it down. Then it came to her. How did he know his cock was the first place she touched?

"You knew?"

"Yeah, I was still awake when you came over." 

"Why didn't you say something?"

"I could somehow sense your anxiety and figured if I said anything you might have a heart attack. Besides I wanted to see, I mean feel what you would do.

While we are in a confessing mood, I have a couple of my own to make. Remember when you where putting on my overalls and you felt my bare leg?"

"Yes. I called you a pervert and essentially accused you of trying to rape me. I feel bad about that."

"Don't feel too bad. When I slid my hand across your back I felt the string of your G string so I knew it was your bare butt pressing against me. If you hadn't yelled at me, it wouldn't have been your hand that first felt my erection, but your butt. Fortunately by the time you calmed down any thought of sex had left my mind."

"I..."

"Wait, there's more. The reason I had an erection when your hand landed was, I was day dreaming about your ass."

It was clear indicator to Ally of how much their relationship had changed when she found she was pleased that her ass had been the subject of his fantasy. She decided she wanted to know more about how he now saw her and asked, "Cam how good looking do you think I am? And I want the truth."

"The truth is I don't know what you look like. The only time I looked directly at you was when we were arguing and then I was focused on your ice cold blue eyes and the angry set of your mouth. I can tell you some things you're not. You have no moles or scars on your face and your breasts are no bigger than a 'B' cup. Even wearing coveralls, I would have noticed if you had big boobs.

While I'm talking about your body, you have terrific legs if the other matches the one I caressed and you have an amazing ass."

"So you're telling me you don't know if I'm attractive?"

"That's different. When we met you could have been bare naked, and built like Miss Universe and I wouldn't have found you attractive. Now that I've gotten to know you, even without a full picture of what you look like, I find you very attractive."

Ally was so happy with his answer that she slid backwards until her butt was pressed against his groin. She could actually feel his cock swelling in the crack of her ass through his shorts, which started turning her on. She hadn't intended on doing anything about it, but when she took a deep breath she could smell the sweet scent of her arousal and realized that he would be able to smell the scent as well. 

She decided what the hell, he had turned out to be a nice, decent man with a rugged charm, and it had been a while, a long while so she reached back to get a good feel of his cock.

Feeling her hand Cam moved his free hand under her shirt and fondled her breasts. "Mmm, 'A' cups and no bra. Absolutely perfect."

"I thought men preferred women with big boobs."

"Maybe other men do, but for a lifetime of enjoyment give me tiny tits. They don't sag or stretch and remain adorable forever."

"You have experience in this area?"

"Not really, it's just a theory of mine but the science is sound, and we know that I am damn good when it comes to the science of sagging, as I said earlier the proof is we're still alive." He chuckled.

"Seriously though, I like boobs period, but am not obsessed about any size. It's the woman who carries them that matters."

He pulled his torso back from her and after a couple of seconds she felt him lifting the bottom of her shirt until, with her assistance he pulled it off altogether. When he snuggled up to her she could feel the hard muscles and the soft hair of his bare chest against her back and marveled at just how much information she was receiving but had never noticed before. His hands returned to her breast, playing with her nipples. When he started kissing the back of her neck, it sent shivers of excitement running down her spine.

Not to be outdone Ally, reached back with her free arm trying to tug his shorts down to free his hard cock. Cam reached back to help and soon his member sprang free from its confinement. 

Ally parted her thighs and positioned him between them. 

It was soon apparent that the angle was not right for penetration. When he started pumping, she was so wet from arousal that her inner thighs became slick. When she squeezed them to give him some relief, she felt, to her delight, that at the angle of their position, the head of his cock would slide over her clit on the way in and the ridge of his glans would bump her pleasure center on its way back. It wasn't long before she felt her climax coming and just as she was reaching her peak she heard him saying, "I'm going to cum."

She shakily grabbed a handful of paper off her previous pillow and covered the head of his cock just in time to collect his semen in the tissues. With that mess averted she reached her peak and had an intense orgasm.

When she finally came down, she grabbed more sheets from her shrinking former pillow to wipe herself dry.

Ally was about to tell Cam how wonderful she felt, when she heard a soft snore in the darkness. 'Typical man,' she thought, but seconds later she too was fast asleep.

***

When they awoke, with nothing else to do they talked. They talked about their childhoods, their beliefs, their attitudes, politics, philosophy, hockey, art, music anything they could think of to break the silence. More importantly they listened to each other. Without any distractions they could hear undertones in otherwise matter of fact statements. They could feel the others pain, their joy, their anger, and their sorrows.

The more they conversed the more they found they were very much alike. Even on topics where they disagreed, they found the others opinions had validity and caused them to alter views towards the others. 

Independently, they same realization came to them. That they not only liked the other, but respected the other for the person they were.

After what seemed to Cam like no time at all, he felt the pressure of bodily needs. He went to the latrine and on his way back he stopped at the truck picking up food for them to eat.

When he returned, Ally made her trip to answer the call of nature. At this point she was so comfortable with Cam she felt no embarrassment at the idea he would hear her. Cam poured water into his helmet so they could wash their hands as best they could and that done, they sat with their bodies touching and ate in companionable silence.

When they finished it was as though they read each other's thoughts as without a word they lay down snuggled together and fell fast asleep.

***

Cam woke immediately alert. He listened for what had woken him. He heard the faint sound of a diesel engine and metal on rock.

He gently awoke Ally with, "Wake up sweetie, our liberation is at hand."

To her surprise, Ally found she was disappointed that their time together was ending. She voiced her feelings to Cam saying, "I've learned so much about myself and about you, I almost hate for this end."

"I feel the same way, but ready or not here they come." was his response. She panicked a bit when she realized that she hadn't put the coveralls back on and didn't know where they were.




Mine



"Cam, quick, help me find the coveralls."

"There's no real hurry, it will take while before they break through. When I tell them we're both fine, it will take a while longer for them to clear a path for vehicles. Do you want me to help you put them on?" 

Though for the most part his tone of voice was even, with her newly acquired ability to pick up slight nuances she could hear the mischievous smile on his face.

"No Way. I'll back into you and you'll get hard and one thing will lead to another, so the next thing I know you'll be shoving that nice cock of yours into my sopping pussy. You'll start slowly, fondling my breasts and kissing the back of my neck. With no distractions your cock will feel every fraction of an inch as you slowly insert your throbbing phallus..."

She grinned when she heard him groan, figuring her little description had given him a hard on.

"Cam, the last thing I want is to meet our rescuers looking and smelling like I've been freshly fucked."

"Aw, where's you sense of adventure."

"In the coveralls, where it's going to stay, and, you had better start thinking about something else unless you want to explain why your shorts look like a tent."

"Good point." he responded then asked, "Do you want to walk out with me to greet our rescuers?"

"You're sure as hell not leaving me here by myself!" Cam had a good sense of where she was and reached out to take her arm. When his hand contacted her it wasn't her arm he felt but a coverall covered tit.

"You did that on purpose for teasing you." she good naturedly accused.

"I'm good in the dark, but not that good. Now you know where my hand is, reach up and take and we can start our trek."

She took his hand, but rather than lowering their hands to her side she mischievously unzipped the top of the coveralls with her fee hand a pulled his hand inside, under her shirt placing it on her bare breast. 

"There," she said, "if you're going to cop a feel of my tit you might as well do it right."

Cam felt two sensations simultaneously, the growing hardness of her nipple, and the same sensation in his loins.

He quickly removed his hand and took her hand in his.

When they started walking, it was slow and with the limited sense of positioning she had obtained she thought they were going the wrong way.

"Where are we going?" she asked. 

"To the cave in, oh, I see you developed some sense of direction. We are walking across to the wall, then using it as a guide to the far side of the access tunnel, then following that towards the noise. 

You can walk in a straight line for short distances when you can't see, but it's impossible to do it for long distances. Something about one leg being dominant. This way we have the walls to guide us." 

The going was slow as Cam wasn't sure if there were debris on the mine floor. At what he thought was the half way point to the blockage, he stopped.

Ally asked, "Why did we stop?"

"Do you see any light?"

"No."

"Nor do I, I want to be well back when they break through so we don't get hit by rocks that might come heading this way."

They sat and waited listening to the sound of excavations until finally, they heard the sound of a bucket pushing rocks in their direction and as the bucket pulled away they saw light.

The sound of the diesel stopped restoring the silence, then shortly thereafter a voice yelled out "Cam can you hear me?" Cam answered, "I'm only a couple of hundred or so feet away so there's no need to shout. We may have been blind for a while but we were never deaf."

He was surprised when his eyes started to tear on hearing the shouts of joy from the other side of the blockage. He wasn't the only one as he felt Ally pull the back of his shirt to wipe her eyes.

When the celebration had died down the voice, who he now recognized as Murray; the mine Captain, told them it would take about another hour until they could clear away enough rock for vehicle traffic.

Cam's thoughts quickly went to the miners. He asked, "How is everybody who was underground when the explosion happened?"

"They're all accounted for with no serious injuries." Relieved at the news, Cam asked, "Any idea what happened?"

"We don't know for sure but it looks like a methane gas explosion." Pleased that his theory was confirmed, Cam yelled back, "Great, but can you find some way to get us a flash light?"

There was a roar as the Cat front end loader, used for loading the trucks at the working face, started up. There was the sound of falling rock, then, the loader backed away, leaving a noticeably larger hole at the top of the debris pile. When the bucket returned Cam saw Murray sitting in it. 

Murray called out. "I have a flash light bundled in a set of coveralls. If you come to the bottom of the pile, I'll toss it down to you." 

Cam caught the flashlight, then after telling Murray they'd meet him in the main experimental tunnel, he walked back to Ally.

When he got to her, she asked, "Why not just wait here?"

"Do you really want them to be the ones to find the tissues you used to clean us up?" 

"Oh."

***

It was a little over an hour when a truck like the one Cam and Ally had been using arrived at their 'camp' and by then they had cleaned up any sign of what they may have been doing. They showed Murray Ally's cap lamp and the acid burns through her coveralls and jeans.

To their surprise Murray's response was, "Perfect!"

The couple looked at him like he had lost his mind until he explained, "I knew something like this would happen someday and have been trying to get these damn things replaced for years. The fact that that the accident happened to a head office type means I should finally get some action." Ally nodded, "Of that you can be sure!"

"No offence meant ma'am."

"None taken."

Cam pointed at the wrecked truck and asked Murray if there had been any other spots where chunks had fallen from the walls. He was pleased to find out that there had been over a dozen similar falls throughout the mine's travelled area as it confirmed that the problem had nothing to do with his tunnels or the work of the scalers.

It wasn't until they were riding back to the main maintenance area that Cam thought to ask what time and day it was. Murray told him it was seven in the evening the day following the explosion. Cam did a quick calculation and figured that they had been in the dark somewhere around thirty hours.

When they reached the maintenance shop, Cam was surprised at the number of men who were standing around and gratified when they started cheering.

Murray explained when the mine was cleared as safe quite a few of the off shift miners had come down to be handy in case they were needed for the rescue. 

Ally and Cam were driven directly to the man cage to be taken immediately to the surface where the scene at the maintenance shop was repeated. From there they were escorted to the infirmary where a doctor awaited them. Cam told the doctor that he was fine as nothing had happened to him but that he should look at Ally's leg. 

Ally was again wondering about her choice of underwear but the Doctor didn't seem to notice. He asked Cam what had he done in terms of first aid and nodded telling them that Cams actions had prevented any serious damage from happening and that if she rubbed an aloe based cream on it for a couple days then the red mark should disappear.

The Doctor left giving them the first moments they had alone since being rescued. Throughout the trip back to the surface Ally noticed Cam kept looking over at her but didn't say anything. When the Doctor left, he just sat there looking at her with a goofy smile on his face.

Finally she had enough and asked, "What?"

His answer was, "Yes."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You asked me when we were underground if I thought you were good looking and now that I've had a chance to take a good long look at you in the light, the answer is an emphatic yes."

Ally, looking at him said, "You're such an idiot, sweet and handsome, but an idiot none the less." Their moment was interrupted by a knock on the door and someone telling them they were needed in the engineering offices.

As they were walking to the office Ally said, "You realize that there are going to be news people waiting for us to give them a statement and no doubt they'll want to ask us questions. I'm going to clean up and change back into Ms. Thomas and I suggest you get cleaned up as well. Meet me in the engineering office and we'll go out and meet the press together."

Cam headed for the miner's change room, but not to change. First he thanked all the guys for their hard work in freeing them. Then he got to the point of the visit. He found the two friends that had what he needed for his plan. He told them what he had in mind and was thankful that he had always gotten on well with them for two had agreed his plan, for a price.

He met Allison as arranged. Seeing him she asked, "Why haven't you changed?"

"Simple, I didn't have a change of clothing."

"Then what were you doing?"

"I'll tell you later." Then together they walked out to the main gate to face the hoard, she in her executive clothes and Cam wearing the same shorts, t-shirt and work boots he had on underground.

When they reached the front gates, Allison gave a short statement on how Cenozoic Mining was pleased that no one was seriously injured and how the emergency protocols worked to perfection.

The first question was directed to Cameron. "Mr. Grant, can you tell us what happened? 

"I have an idea but you will have to ask that question to the Energy Mines and Resources investigator, and call me Cameron."

"Okay Cameron, you were there, surely you can tell us something."

"I wasn't there. If I had been there I wouldn't be here." which got laughs from all but the questioner. "Ms. Thomas and I were at the new mining test site. We just happened to have our exit blocked."

A female reporter missing the way Cam referred to Allison as Ms Thomas got no further than, "Allison...," when Allison sternly said, "It's Ms. Thomas."

Cam had to stifle a laugh when he saw the look he knew all too well on Ally's face.

"Ms. Thomas, were you scared after the explosion?"

"At first I was concerned, then, Mr. Grant assured me that we were perfectly safe and it was just a matter of waiting. The absolute certainty in his voice quickly dispelled my concerns."

Another more aggressive reporter spoke up, "Cameron, a source told me that you two hated each other. How did you like being stuck alone with Ms. Thomas?"

"We got along fine, but haven't set the wedding date yet." He answered causing all assembled to chuckle.

Seeing he wasn't getting anything out of Cam, the same reporter turned to Allison and asked. "The company claims this is one of the safest mines in the world but I've been told your vehicle was crushed and it was just luck you weren't killed. Isn't the company selling the public a bill of goods?"

Before Ally could answer Cam stepped in, "You are really trying to sensationalize this aren't you? Yes there was an explosion underground and as I said earlier, Energy Mines and Resources will be doing a full investigation. But what you seem to missing is, there were no deaths and the worst injury..." Alison whispered in his ear, "was a broken arm. Since they first started mining here there have been two fatalities and those could best be described as industrial accidents. When the cause of the explosion is found the appropriate safe guards will be implemented. As for the truck, I just chose a piss poor place to park while we were looking at the new tunnels.

The only reason you are here is because Ms. Thomas went missing and as you can see we are safe and sound. The idea we went through any ordeal is nonsense. We had food, water and a nice comfortable place to sleep. What we went through could best be described as friends camping in the dark. Now if you'll excuse us the E.M.&R. investigator has some questions for us."

As they were walking back to the building Ally asked, "Does he really want to see us?

"Nah, I just used that to escape. By the way will your expense account handle two cases of beer, two bottles of 18 year old scotch and several bottles of wine?"

"It should, why do you want to know?"

"The beer is for the friend who transferred your luggage from your car to his van, which he will use to smuggle us out of here. The Chivas Regal is for my scotch loving friend who is letting us stay at his cottage on the lake for the next three days and the wine is for us to enjoy at said cottage. That's what I was doing, arranging our escape."

They made three stops on the way to the cottage, first for the beer, second for the Scotch and wine and third was for food as Cam didn't know what would be at the cottage in that regard. When they arrived and unloaded, Cam immediately fired up the barbeque at the back of the cottage to cook chicken breasts. He then put Ally to work preparing almond mushroom rice and a salad. 

After the better part of two days without a hot meal, the heavenly aroma of the food had Cam salivating. When finished cooking the chicken, he came in from the back and asked, "The rice and salad ready yet?' When she replied in the affirmative he grabbed the plates dished out the food and told Ally to bring the wine, glasses and cutlery, then walked out the front door.

She had been cooking since she arrived and was stunned when she finally got to see what was out front. The front deck had an incredible view as it overlooked Lake Huron to the west. The sun was low on the horizon, a fiery red orb looking like it was about to extinguish itself in the vibrant blue of the lake water.

Her reverie was disturbed when Cam said, "I was afraid we were going to miss this. After keeping you in the dark so long, I thought I'd really give you something to look at."

They ate in silence, just enjoying the view as the sun slowly disappeared into the lake. 

When the last vestiges of the sun's light had disappeared, Ally then looked upon the millions of stars in the moonless night sky.

Finally she spoke, "Oh God Cam, this has to be the most perfect evening of my life. I want to live in this moment forever."

Ally went silent again just looking up at god's creation.

Finally she broke the silence asking, "Cam I don't want to lose what we have, where do we go from here?"

"I was thinking to bed." was his reply.

A little frustrated she retorted, "That's not what I meant and you know it smart ass. We have spent such a short time together I'm afraid that when I return to Montreal what we have won't endure the separation."

Hearing the concern in her voice Cam answered seriously, "It will survive. Because of the darkness we know each other better than most couples do after dating for years. I cannot imagine ever finding someone as perfect for me as you.

Short term I expect to be making emergency calls to the head office demanding my project manager come here and solve a problem at least ever second Friday for the rest of my contract.

Long term, a former professor of mine is at McGill University and has been bugging me for years to do my Ph.D. with him. Though I hear housing is expensive in Montreal so I may do it...'

"Don't even joke about it. You're coming to Quebec and living with me."

"Yes Ms. Thomas." he said. His delivery was deadpan but she could hear the smile on his face.

"As I was saying in the immediate future we have the long awaited shower and a good night's sleep on a real bed. Then for the next couple of days we use the bed for more energetic purposes."

Cam then took her hand and led her into the bathroom. When he flipped the light switch nothing happened but they continued undaunted, having a shower, perfectly at home in the dark. They dried each other and, comfortable in the dim light of the stars, made their way unerringly to the bed.

They had just snuggled down when Ally once again had the feeling that something was a little off. When it came to her she asked, "Cam, you didn't bring any luggage. What are you going to wear tomorrow?"

"It's secluded here, I'll just walk around in the nude."

She snuggled closer to him saying, "You're such an idiot," then with a satisfied smile on her lips added, "but you're mine."



Mine



When I first moved into this house with him I should have known I'd be in trouble. When someone is completely off limits isn't it just that much more fun? Jay's blue eyes and dark hair are enough to send me to hell. Sure he's much older, but I can't even explain how much more that makes me want him. He's so tall that I can only imagine meeting his lips with mine. I just need that one kiss..

...

Just another day in my life. I'm Cherry and I suppose I should tell you about myself. So, I basically wake up to my roommates face everyday and he's of course completely my type. I go to work with him. I come home and blow smoke with him. I laugh with him. I drink with him. When I go to bed he's all I can think about. I guess I should say when he goes to bed. We hug and I think we even flirt, but maybe I'm just psychotic. I love his voice. When he talks I'm on cloud 9, and when he stops I slam into the ocean. I'd swear he's all I know anymore.

...

Like I said another day.. We worked hard and we earned our smoke. Jay opened up a beer for me and himself. I love when he hands me things and our fingers touch. That touch feels like it lasts forever. I rolled up a J for Jay and I to pass. I, of course, let him light it because it always tastes better after his lips have been on it. Let's be honest who doesn't love when a girl just hands you a J packed with loud?

"You still have my lighter?" Jay asked.

And of course I happily let our fingers touch once more. If only our lips could meet that damn easily. We take some sips of our beers and pass the joint back and forth. He turns on some music which is pretty much in our daily routine also. I hate how well he knows me. I'd swear he purposely plays my favorite songs, and I just smile at him like a complete idiot like always. I am sick of the routine! We have vodka and fireball in our freezer, and I want him to drink. Sober or drunk I'm all in, so maybe I just need to get him a little tipsy.

"Let's take some shots, Jay." I said.

He just laughed and went back to his nose in his phone. 

I poured us two anyway and said, "Cheers! Down the hatch!" 

Being a guy he downed his as soon as mine touched my lips. I just stare at him like I am an IDIOT AGAIN. I go pour two more for us and pack a bowl in our community bong. I am going to get somewhere with him tonight.

...

Two shots of fireball a piece, then two of vodka a piece, and six beers a piece later..

We find ourselves in the kitchen wanting one more, but not wanting it at the same time. I put the bottle back in the freezer and he has a look of confusion on his face. I instantly just wrap my arms around him. Have you ever felt so safe in someone's arms? As if you could go through any amount of pain right now and not feel it at all? Jay's heart was pounding and I loved the sound of it. His breath changed. He became slightly unbalanced too. I wanted it. He is so tall and those blue eyes looking back at me.. UGH! I had to kiss him! I got onto my tippy toes and gently pressed my lips to his. Jay's scruffy face against mine really turned me on. It went from the sweetest kiss of my life to burning need WANT DESIRE RIGHT NOW so quickly! 

He pulled away and laughed. I felt so small. Was he making fun of me? He lifted me onto our kitchen counter and kissed me way harder than he had before. He was severely holding back. I felt his fingertips slide up my inner thigh.

"I want you," he sighed.

"I want you too!" I let out, but I didn't mean for it to come out so.. Enthusiastically. He laughed again and slid off my shirt. I of course took the opportunity to take his right off too. I haven't seen him shirtless in days and it felt like years. I immediately found my lips on his chest. He knew I wanted it, I could tell he was pretty drunk and amused yet still very aroused. At this point I had everything I wanted.

My hands slid down to his belt and he let out yet another chuckle. I was so curious, he was looking directly in my eyes. I slid my hands back to around his neck and just kissed him again. I couldn't help it though, his eyes were magnetizing. He put my hand right back onto his belt. I couldn't help but laugh then. I loved this man. I was so happy he wanted it as much as I did.

I immediately undone his belt and started to unzip his pants. They slid right off his sexy little butt. He of course had on humorous boxers, so obnoxious that I couldn't stop laughing around him.. He grabbed my right hand as my left gripped onto the kitchen counter. He had me touching him. My oh My was his throbbing cock massive. At that point I was a little concerned, I'm pretty petite myself and have only been with one other guy ever and his was definitely not this huge. I took it out of his pants anyway. I needed it. I basically dropped to my knees. I needed him in my mouth. I looked up at his eyes on me and then they began to roll back slightly. He was very drunk, but still aware. I took every inch of that hot throbbing dick into my mouth, deeper into my throat. I loved his cock. I ran my tongue all the way up the underside to the tip. I licked off his precum and it was like heaven in my mouth. I needed that dick in me more than I've ever needed anything. Back into my throat, to the tip. Throat, tip.. I loved him looking at me like that. 

He put his finger on my chin and pulled me back up onto the counter. He was completely naked and I still had my skirt and shoes on. I did have on underwear.. Am I that drunk? He took them off obviously at some point. He opened up my legs and shoved his index finger into my tight wet begging pussy. I couldn't help but to spread them wider. He put in one more and I think I knew that he knew he wasn't going to fit in there. As his lips found mine between my hips I was no longer able to think about it. He slid his fingers out and kissed up to my nipples and sucked on them. I slid my ass to the edge and positioned him for access. He shoved in that huge fucking cock and I screamed louder than I ever had before. He took it easier and got a better rhythm pretty quickly and it was incredible. I'd never been so fulfilled.. So satisfied.. I needed it so bad. He lifted me off of the counter without an inch of his meaty cock coming out of my pretty pink pussy and carried me into his room.

Drunk or not.. I was in his bed. JAY'S BED. He laid onto his back with his legs hanging off the bed and I was still wrapped onto his cock. I just started riding him. I've never had sex like this before. I longed for him. I wanted him to feel every ounce of passion I had for him. 

He reached up so I tried to push my tits out a little, but he was reaching for my cheek.. 

He wanted to kiss me. 

My lips. 

He wanted me as much as I wanted him and I squirted all over his dick. I still wanted more, but was running so low on energy that I was ecstatic when he flipped me over, ass up. He closed my legs together and shoved the head right back in. I screamed over and over. I couldn't help it. I had never felt so much ecstasy. I could feel the tip hit so far up into me where nobody had gone before. Jay's hands were everywhere and I loved every second of that. I could feel him going stronger! Faster! Harder!

"HARDER!!" I yelled!

Oh I could feel my pussy dripping. I had came again. There was no end to Jay's pleasuring massive throbbing cock. When he pulled out and came on my back I knew that his was going to have to happen again.

Soon.

...

For now I just want him to continue clutching onto me while he sleeps off his hangover. I'm as sober as could be now and love this man.



Mine



'That's her.'

Rea froze, her hands becoming still. She hadn't done anything. There were several other girls around her. 

'You sure?'

'I can recognize that ass from a mile away.'

Shit that's me, Rea began to hyperventilate. She had no where to go, her wrists were shackled, the collar around her neck would mark her a slave, no idiot would help her. 

There was a high pitched squeal, and a laugh. 

Rea immediately relaxed, moving the parts along the table, her hands black with grease. She'd been in this weapons factory for nearly seventh months, before that it had been a construction site. Between the two she definitely preferred the working conditions here, she was able to eat three times a day at least, and the guards didn't beat you up for no reason. However all the slaves had warned her upon coming here. If you slack off, they don't use the whip method... 

Public humiliation. 

The woman's gurgled noises came from behind gave away what they were doing to her. 

Rea knew it would be mean to look, but she couldn't help it. She'd been so certain they were after her. 

She peeped over her shoulder, her hands pausing. 

The woman was half kneeling, her head shoved against a table, her arms pinned back, her mouth wide as the guard thrust into her throat. She kicked and cringed, shaking her head, a tear appearing close to her nose. 

Rea quickly glanced away. That could have been her. Thank the Gods it wasn't. 

Rea hadn't fallen behind once here, but she'd gotten in trouble anyway for protecting a little boy. They'd torn her rags until she was stripped down to nothing but her chains, and pushed her around in a circle, before making her get on her knees. She had half the mind to bite them, but when there are three looming guards, equipped with swords and bats, she had felt incredibly small and powerless, and had opened her jaw, trying to hold back tears when they'd grabbed her head and thrust their thick cocks inside her mouth. They'd been done quickly, but since there was three of them, she had to wait for each one to have their turn, thrusting and demanding she sucked harder, until they'd ejaculated all over her. Hot sticky semen in her hair, her mouth, on her neck and down her breasts. After tightening their trousers they'd talked about lunch and laughed, walking off, the boy and Rea completely forgotten. No one had helped her up, the women had looked down their noses, and the men had stared at her, some even smiled. 

She had been moments from breaking out into sobs when the little boy had offered his shirt, and she used that to wipe off most the semen, she'd tried to vomit the semen she'd swallowed, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She'd had to go back to work, with all the other slaves staring at her, it wasn't until three hours later that she found a replacement rag. 

From that time, because of the view she gave everyone while she worked, they called her the Ass of Asfall, the hellhole which she was in. 

Rea couldn't understand why, but sometimes, people tried to slack off while the guards were having fun, thinking they wouldn't be caught. But now a man had been dragged into the punishment too. He was held between two guards, the third has his body around the small woman, making her hands hold the bat. 'On, three, two, one!'

The bat was swung, punishing the man between the legs, he groaned and tried to escape, the guards holding him tighter. The guards laughed as the woman shrieked and apologized. 

Rea shook her head, focusing on the task. 

The man screamed about three more times before the bat clanged to the floor, and the woman sobbed as she ran away. At least she still had her rags...The man didn't. 

Rea quickly forgot about the punishment, daydreaming of a nice cool bath in a stream, while reality here had a hot forge on one end of the room, dim lighting, and she was almost elbow high in grease. 

She tried to use her shoulders to wipe the sweat beading on her forehead, her rags stuck to her body, the heat from the forges were pretty intense, casting the entire soot-coloured factory in an orange glow. 

'There she is!' The sound of many boots entering their section freaked everyone out.

Rea shook her head, it's not me. Calm down.

A hand grabs her hair, and she shrieks as she's dragged away from her station, machine parts clattering around her. 

'Careful, careful, boss said not to bruise her.'

Boss?! Rea clung frantically onto their wrists, her eyes darting left and right. The slaves who met her eyes quickly looked away. 

As far as everyone knew, they didn't even have a boss. 

What the hell did he want with me? Rea tried to dig her heals into the ground, but when they reached the back of the furnace room, she was practically lifted off her feet by her hair, stairs rapidly passing under her. 

'What did I do?' Rea kicked and struggled, but the guards all seemed in a rush. Two of them only remained now, dragging her.

One of the guards walking ahead grinned, 'Boss asked if there was any nice ass out there. We told him there was an Ass of Asfall! You should have seen the look on his face!'

They approach a black house like structure, half built out of the rock wall. They knock on the door, and it opens a second later.

Inside there's a rug, chairs, guards sit around playing cards on old crate boxes. 

They all stare as she's dragged in. 

'Whose she for? For us?'

There's laughter and a cheer.

'Nope. Boss's dessert.'

There's a boo, but the guards quickly loose interest and go back to their games. 

Several rooms later, Rea's shoved forward into an almost pitch black space. 

'Boss?'

'Thank you, you can leave,' a voice grumbles. 

The door closes and Rea stands slowly, blinking into the dark, the back of her neck prickling. 

Like a beast emerging from the night, a tall broad shouldered shadow appears in front of her, arms hanging like a predator by his sides. 

Light reflects off black eyes, which slowly roam up and down her body, sparking the faintest of smiles at the corner of his mouth. 'Strip.'

Rea takes a large step back, shaking her head. 

'Strip, or I'll punish you.'

Still she shakes her head.

The man smiles, looking at her small pale feet. 'Every time you disobey me, I'll take you across my knee and smack your pretty behind ten times. Let's begin.' He steps forward, and Rea bolts. Her body slams into the door, turning the handle, of course it's locked. Frantic, she sprints for the second door she sees, but inside is nothing both black clothing hung up on rings, a rock wall a few feet in front. 

Gasping with disbelief, she looks left and right. It's so dark. Is that a bed? Or a door?

A hand grabs her between the legs, another squeezing her breast. 

She cries in fright, hands searching the air blindly as she's lifted off the ground, a thick finger pushing between her legs. 

Gasping, she curls her legs, feeling her back press against a toned chest, some wisps of hair against her shoulder blades. 

'You're quite tight, how many times have you had sex?'

'Never!' Rea turns her head and spits. 

It landed on his shoulder, but he seems oblivious, his hand jerking out from between her. 

Just like that she was dropped onto the floor. Moaning she rolled over, looking up at the shadow. 

'How old are you?'

'Nineteen.'

'And you're a virgin?'

'So?'

Her arm is swallowed by a hand, and the ground instantly disappears. Rea grunts as another hand grabs her legs, and she's tossed over a shoulder, each time he walks, she fells it on her stomach. 

Then she's tossed backwards. 

Her arms swing out in panic, her back hitting a mattress with a bounce. 

Before she can respond, two hands grab the top of her rag, tearing it apart down the middle like it was paper. 

Scared stiff, she stares down at her revealed breasts, a second later large hands are squeezing them, massaging and pressing them together. 

'Stop it!' Rea felt tears emerge, grabbing onto his wrists. 

Her fingers were covered in grease, yet he hardly seemed to care. He pressed his thick legs against hers, pinning them down the side of the bed. He put a hand on her stomach, his thumb pressing down on her soft flesh at the apex of her thighs, making fast jerking motions. 

'Ah!' Rea held onto his wrists, trying to pull him away, but he was immovable. In her frightened state, she could just make out his silhouette in the dark, and deep intense black eyes, which occasionally would rise up to meet hers. 

'Stop! Stop it!' Rea gasped and wriggled, feeling her stomach clench, 

'You're telling me no one's been in here?' He shakes his head, eyes staring downward. 

Rea grunted, feeling her whole body tense, all because of that one place he was rubbing furiously on. 'Stop-' her breathing was getting harder, 'ha-ah!

He reaches forward, fingers swallowing up her breast, pushing and pulling. 

'Sto-...' Rea rolled her head back, her hips jerking. She squeezed the hand massaging her breast, there was so much pressure everywhere, she was... she was... 'Ah!' Rea feels something burst, it's so strong that she lifted her back off the mattress, clinging onto his arm, her body convulsing. 'Stop!' She screamed, scared, as her body jerked wildly in an attempt to escape his thumb. 

She'd been so distracted, she hadn't realized what he was doing until it she felt it, a painful shove that seemed to split and rip her in two.

Rea cried in panic, fingernails clawing into his arm, he moved to grab the front of her collar, his other hand lifting her thighs, pushing her feet back until her legs where in the air and spread. 'Ready?' He sneers wickedly. 

'Wait-!' Rea groans as his hot rigid member drives all the way up, slamming into her stomach, she feels pain like a knife inside, she drops her head back, covering her eyes and sobs. 

The man looming over her pauses, startled as she hides her crying face. Slowly, he pulls his thick cock out, red with virgin blood. 

'Stop hiding your face.' He growls warningly, but Rea can't lower her hands, she was hurt and humiliated.

Her wrists are grabbed and yanked aside, Rea immediately turns her head, bracing herself to be hit. 

'Aren't you the Ass of Asfall?' He slams his pelvis against her, driving all the way inside, her walls forced to stretch. 'How many people have been in your ass?'

He begins to thrust, and tears stream down Rea's face, she grabs onto her own legs for support, as he crushes her, pounding her into a smaller and smaller shape.

'How many?!' He snarls, grabbing the front of her collar and yanking. 

Flinching, Rea tries to cover her face again, but her wrists are grabbed and pinned either side of her head, his knees lean on the mattress, his body completely squashing her in on herself, legs pressed into her own her stomach. She tried to stop her ass as it bounced over the mattress, but she couldn't control anything like this, her whole body rocking as his smacks into hers. 

'Answer me!' He growls. 

Rea opens her eyes, startled when his face is right there, black eyes staring fathomlessly. He's younger than his deep voice makes him to be. He looks so... lost. 

It's bizarre, but while this hostile man drills her, her eyes begin to roam over his body in a new light. His shoulders were thick and well muscled. Factory owners didn't get muscles like these from watching slaves all day. 

She grabs onto his arms, momentarily distracted by a pressure slowly forming in that spot again, his skin pounding hard on it. His thick girth roughly passed back and forth, the friction building and burning, but not in a sharp way, every time he hit her walls inside, she felt something deep and wonderful tingle through her limbs, all the way to her toes. 

Scars... Rea's fingers felt the firm elongated lumps on his arms. Definitely old scars, they felt thick, they'd been serious wounds. They had to battle wounds, or... a whip.

Ah, yes... Rea shook her head, a smile breaking her lips. She never thought she could think this way, but she was... and she loved it, his sac, she could feel it's weight as it swung back and forth, slapping her asshole. Goosebumps covered her legs and warms, the air was cold, and yet, what was happening between her legs was like a forge itself, pumping heat through her veins, her thighs becoming slick. 

'Agh!' Rea dropped her head back, anticipating each delicious thrust, feeling the hard muscles in his shoulders tense. 

'How many?!' He snarls. 

He's not going to hurt me, Rea realized, she could tell from the way he held her wrists, he was afraid of bruising her. 

Well, she was definitely going to be sore for days down there.

The thought sent a deep hot curl down through her groin, and she clenched hard around his cock, the friction suddenly becoming so much more intense. 

She suddenly remembered his question, 'Zero,' she breaths, and she felt her thighs begin to quiver, she couldn't close her legs, they're stuck straddled around him. 

'Liar,' his feral growl goes straight to her belly, and to that spot, just as he thrusts hard, as if trying to punish her with his large throbbing cock. 

'How many times has a cock been up your ass, too many!'

He stands on his knees up, his cock sliding out, making a popping sound. 

Rea lays there gasping, disappointed as that pressure is left hanging. 

'I'm not a liar. I've never had sex.'

'No one's played with this ass?' He asks, his voice completely different, all the hostility is gone from his eyes, and his entire body language is more relaxed. He flips Rea onto her stomach, cupping her ass and spreading his fingers slowly around her cheeks, he hums deep in his chest, 'What a view... You can't tell me no one's played with this.'

'No one has...' Rea assured, she wanted him to believe her. She half closed her eyes, her breathing finally under control, her lower region throbbing slowly from the aftermath. 

'No one's stuck anything up here?' He circles his thumb around her asshole, his other hand giving a smack. He smiles when her juicy ass ripples from the impact. 

'Ah! No!'

'No what?'

'No one's done anything like that.'

'Can I?'

Rea looked back at him, confused. No one's after asked her permission to do anything before. He smiles back, looking years younger, Rea would go as far to say that he was probably in his early twenties, a cheeky grin on his face. 

'Can you what?'

He forces his thumb inside then, and Rea squeals, gripping onto the sheets tightly. 

'Maybe not today then,' he pushes his hand underneath her, until his fingers cup her sex, and lifts her hips up until her knees are on the mattress. 

'Not toady? Ah!' Rea clings hard onto the sheets as he thrusts deep in one go, filling her completely, his balls smacking against that spot. She tries to lean away, but he simply follows her, his hand landing beside hers, his muscled body bent over her back. Lips find her exposed neck, and she flinches, shivering as his stubble tickles her shoulder. 

'We can try tomorrow,' he says, 'or the day after. Or the day after that.'

'What?'

She grimaces as he begins to slowly but powerfully thrust inside her, his body weight threatening to crush her, but his arm stayed around her stomach keeping her from buckling, his fingers slowly rubbing the skin below the entrance where his cock plundered. 

'You're mine now,' He kisses her shoulder, squeezing her stomach with his arm, thrusted harder, making her groan. 'Body and soul, I own you, I'm going to be the only person who ever gets to fuck this tight little pussy you have.'

Rea pauses, what did that mean? Was he going to kill her after he was done?

He picks up the pace, really picks up the pace, and Rea cries out, curling her fingers and toes, her whole body felt like it was being pounded into two. His fingers moved faster and faster over her skin, it was getting so wet and slick, everywhere, down her thighs and all over his fingers. 

Wait! Rea felt her body give, her chest flops over the mattress, her rear end burning from impact, as he holds himself firmly, growling but restraining himself. 

'Ha-ah!' Panting and exhausted, Rea shook her head, she was done, she was spent. Her legs continued to shake, even though neither of them moved. 

He slowly turns her over, careful not to let himself slip out. 

Almost dizzy and still shaking with pleasure, Rea opens her eyes, her breath coming out in laboured heaps as she stares at his intense black eyes. 

He was like a rock inside her, her walls hot and raw, throbbing and pulsing around him. 

Slowly he began to push himself in and out, breathing sharp his eyes became hooded.

Rea lifts her arms over her head, getting her shackles out of the way, his hands hold her legs to his chest, her feet popping over his shoulders. He stroked her skin, suddenly lifting his hand to fondle a breast, indecisively he put his hand on her chin, fingers slowly sinking over her lip, down her tongue. She trembled and gasped feeling his member reach all the way in, pressing against her sore stomach.

'Hmm...' Rea closed her lips around his fingers, his other hand suddenly pressing down on her stomach, while his long member drove up high and fast, repeating over and over until she was crying out again, holding onto his wrist, his fingers gripping her lower jaw and tongue. The cold chain from her wrists dangled onto her bouncing breasts, cold metal tickling the sensitive buds of her breasts. 

All of sudden he grunts and becomes still, his hand almost crushing her stomach, his cock slamming down, balls rising up tightly. Rea groans as a hot jet of semen erupts inside her, his cock throbbing against her sore tight pussy. 

He pulls back an inch, bobbing his hips to and fro, his hand slides from her stomach, to the hair above her entrance, and jerked his thumb over that swollen nib, making her almost exploding from pleasure again. Finally he relents, and Rea closes her eyes, exhausted and enjoying the feel of his hands as they explore her body, sliding over her chest and stomach, rounding and kneading the shape of her breasts. 

He keeps bobbing his cock, which was still quite hard. 

Leaning down, he holds her neck, his mouth spreading her surprised warm lips. 

His tongue reaches in to stroke hers, and he pulls back, looking at her confused green eyes, and he chuckles, she really has no idea what she's doing. 

'Mine,' he says, leaning in his black eyes hold hers, while she pants, still pulsing around his filling cock. 

Despite everything, Rea surprised herself when she whispered back, 'yours...'

Eyes widening in delight, he reaches down to capture her mouth again, pushing his cock into her swollen folds, hearing her moan in his mouth. 

When he lifts his head, he's smiling and panting. 

Rea blinks rapidly, a moment of courage pushing her to say her birth name, before she was kidnapped and sold, everything stolen away from her. 

'Rea...'

'What?' His black eyes flash curiously. 

'My name's Rea.'

He smiles, and Rea jolts when his mouth and cock slam into her body, after an intense mouth to mouth session, he pulls back, breathing hard, 'Daniel...'

'Your name?'

'Yeah... let's make this work.' He fucks hard, sinking all the way, wrenching himself out after each thrust, and Rea tosses her head back, fingernails digging into her palm. 

Like a flower-bud, her pleasure explodes into rich colours, and she clung onto his body, her body erupting around him in waves.Shattered to her core, Rea gazes through lusty vision, lips capturing her puffy lips, pulling away just as quickly, 'You're Mine.'



Mine



I walk into the lobby of the cinema hand-in-hand with my daughter Katie on our date night, ticket stubs torn. We drove a few towns away so that we wouldn't run into anyone who would know us and we would be free to kiss, fondle, and grope without anyone knowing the incestuous love we share. We separate for a few minutes as she goes to the bathroom and I stand in line for refreshments. While in line I think again of how lucky I am, and of all the things she is to me: lover, best friend, partner, cumslut, and so much more. She is my everything, and someday I will make her one thing more, a mother. After I obtain our snacks, I see her waiting by the theater entrance trying to politely ignore a ruffian hitting on her. I give a slight smirk as I think of how futile this boy's efforts are.

Whose cock did my girl surround with her lips to wake up Daddy today?

Mine.

Whose cum drooled into and soaked her panties while we walked through the grocery store? 

Mine.

Whose cock had been her appetizer for the meal before our movie?

Mine.

Whose cum was going to be in her stomach before the movie ended?

Mine.

Nobody else had a chance. She is already claimed. She is mine.

My girl saw me walking to her and became visibly relieved as the irritating man had become more vulgar. She looked at my face, then my crotch, and back to my face again, as was her habit. She smiled as I walked over to place my arm around her, ignoring the bothersome miscreant to show him his proper place, as I handed my darling slut her drink to free one of my hands. I drifted my free hand lower and cupped her ass over her short skirt, so everyone watching would know the one word going through my mind:

"Mine."

During the movie I tasted her juices on my fingers as she leaned over in the darkness to feast on what she craved. This was our favorite theater, as the armrests could be moved up to allow couples to cuddle. The excitement of performing our ritual in such a place heightened our senses. I moved my hands around the accessible parts of her body, slowly and quietly so as not to attract unwanted attention. I felt her worship my cock, and could sense her yearning to renew the connection that we shared so often. I placed my hand on her head as she used her hands as little as possible, only using her hand to steady the base of my cock for her mouth to do all the work. As I felt her hair slide through my fingers a familiar word entered my mind as I closed my eyes and sighed in contentment:

"Mine."

In the car my girl has a full stomach and a sopping-wet pussy. While in the parking lot, I lean over to kiss her and we lose track of time, making out and grabbing each other as our lust is just too much to bear. We finally tear away and start our drive. During the drive home she teases my cock through my open fly and looks at me as I drove with a look of devotion that made my heart melt. She still remembers the taste of my love for her on her tongue, and her fingers rub her tummy as she thinks of how it contains the seed that solidified the bond between us. Her fingers travel to her pussy for a moment, and then travel to my lips to brush her juices over my lips. My tongue tastes my favorite flavor as my cock surges with vitality and I groan in ecstasy, envisioning how she will spend all night taking all of my cum in her holes, and using her mouth to rejuvenate me over and over.

I could see her pussy in my mind's eye, cleanly shaved for Daddy, and it made my mouth water as I thought of how our final act of love for the night would end. She would only sleep after I feast on her wet snatch, and then make her pussy drool with my cum, marking her once more as my property. Before I explode in her, hoping to impregnate her even though she is still on birth control, there is one word that I will say with each thrust:

"Mine."

We finally arrive home, both of us impatient to resume our favorite activities. I sit back on the sofa as she walks through the door to the living room, her hands filled with alcoholic beverages for each of us. A strand of hair falls across her face that she is unable to brush back without free hands, so she purses her lips to blow it to the side. As she does this I look intently at her mouth, then my gaze travels down past the swell of her breasts and town to her short skirt, a blue plaid that makes it nowhere near her knees, that she wears because she knows how much it excites me. My eyes dart back up to hers and we lock eyes, only to have her break our gaze again as her eyes snap down to my crotch once more. She once again sees what she was hoping for, my swelling member straining her her touch. I see an impatience take over her expression as she hurriedly places the drinks on the table and gets on her knees.

My thirsty daughter crawls over to me then unbuttons my pants and unzips my fly. I lift my ass slightly to allow her to tug my pants and underwear down in one movement; she was quite practiced at this. I see her panties peek out from her skirt in a decorative mirror I specifically placed for this purpose; I love being able to see her ass and her face as she worships the cock that owns her. I swell with pride at the thought my cock is the one she picked, and her body is the one I own. One word enters my mind, springing to the forefront of my conscious thought from my primal urges deep in the recesses of my mind:

"Mine."

My girl stares at my cock, just as entranced by it as the first time she saw it. She lightly blows on it, and gives it little kisses and licks to tease it to full hardness. My thick manhood is in her grip, fully engorged, as a look of satisfaction suffused my little girl's face. She dives in, honing her skills, giving us both the most pleasure possible, connecting our souls once more. Her eyelids close as her eyes roll back in her head, as she quivers from the pleasure pulsing directly from her mouth to her pussy: Her cunt drips as she looks up at me, deep into my eyes, and keeps my cock in her mouth just enough so that I can clearly hear her moan one word:

"Mine."



Mine



"Get up." Mimi breathed the words into Sven's neck, the thought of that summer evening that now seemed a lifetime ago pulled back to the surface by his hand on her leg. "Please." I don't want this. 

"What?" he rolled over, smiled at her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she beamed back at him. She didn't want to ruin it for him, he was in a good mood and the last thing she wanted to do was make it about her and her fucking hang ups. "I'm just going to get a drink. Sorry, I think I laid out at a funny angle," she lied. 

"Oh," the surprise was clear in his voice. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" 

"No, sweetheart," Mimi said. "You didn't, I'll be back in a moment. Do you want anything?" 

"I'll have whatever you're having," he called, twisted up and peered at her over the back of the sofa. 

In the quiet, cold kitchen she poured them both a measure of vodka from a bottle she'd found stashed behind a couple of boxes of cereal and, at the last moment, thought she had better bring some tonic water, too. Housesitting had its perks.

Sven laughed, "I see. Are you trying to get me drunk?" 

"I'm trying get me drunk," she said, instantly regretting it "What can I say? It's been a busy week and I don't want to do it alone." 

"I'll drink to that," he said, adding tonic. He passed the bottle to her and she conceded, took it. 

"I think that I want to decide what happens tonight," she said, "If you'd like."

"Happily," Sven said. "It's been a while. I felt like I should have said something but I didn't want to sound like I was nagging you; I know you've been tired. We've both been busy and now we really do have time totally to ourselves up here in the wilderness. I'm looking forward to -"

Mid-sentence she pulled him closer, kissed him, pitching forward, sliding her half empty tumbler onto the coffee table. 

"What's got into you?" Sven said, "One minute you're complaining, the next you're all over me. I mean, not that I'm complaining."

"Don't ever forget how glad I am to have found you. I know I'm not very good at romance. I know I can be a bit withdrawn and that I've been very focused on my work recently but, just for tonight, please, please let's go back to how things were at the beginning. Like when we had just met and found each other. Like when there was that crazy electric."

"Of course." He said, "You're drunk."

"I'm happy." Mimi explained. "I haven't been this happy in so, so long and now I have it and I have you I am absolutely committed to making sure that it is - that we are - functional and comfortable and...I don't know. Just better, somehow."

"You are so hopeful." Sven said, "Don't see that old passion as gone forever just see it as changed. We're more of a fine wine than a...Lambrini now."

Mimi laughed, and stretched out, the vodka beginning to remove the edge of the day. She thought of her father and his hospital bed, of Paris and doctors' appointments and B vitamins and the awful thought of her mother's teary face and slid the glass away. 

"I want you tonight," she said, shaking off the past and the shadows, "I want to have you because I can."

"You know there's very little that makes me more happy." Sven grinned. "If you're offering then, tonight I am definitely willing. You have no idea."

He leant over, kissed her bared shoulder, grazed her jaw with his mouth.

"Good," Mimi smiled, "Perfect, wonderful, thank you, sweetness."

She stood as if nothing had happened and cleared away the glass, left his, stood and stretched and sent a silent votation of thanks to the heavens.

"I'm going to take a shower first if you don't mind." she said. 

"Not at all. Whatever you need." Sven sighed, relieved and happy and thankful that she'd initiated it before he'd had to. Glad that she wasn't as distant or as sad as he'd worried. He presumed that it was work making her tired and the long drive to her mother's that day. Catherine had left them the house for a week on the condition they took care of her rapidly ageing Grate Dane, Lola.

After nearly six months working on what would become one of the biggest successes for Farnham Advertising, Sven had found himself promoted to an Account Executive alongside Jim. Much to his amusement, he was only vaguely annoyed at himself for joining the ranks of the suits he used to mock in art school. The rise in pay certainly helped to ease the burn. Lola trotted in and joined him, her huge body pushed against him. 

"Darling, as much as I love you Lola, you were not the company I was expecting this evening. Still, beggars can't be choosers can they?"

He un-muted the television, flipped through the channels until he found some politician from a party he hadn't voted for complaining about striking bus drivers and wondered what had caused the sudden change in Mimi's demeanour. They had met up at the house and enjoyed dinner at the local pub before returning home in driving rain. Over their meal and into the evening after it, Sven hadn't mentioned Mimi's mood, preferring instead to keep things light, and amiable for the duration of their time away. He'd put up with enough shouting from work for the past few weeks for him to want to deal with any more in his private life. Still, the second Mimi had shot up when he touched her, as though he'd burned her shocked him. He didn't push it, knew better than that, that sometimes, there were things she preferred to fix on her own.

* * *

The house was quiet and warm. Outside, the rain poured heavily, evolving slowly into beads of hail. It was just after eleven in the evening when the crop fell across his chest, her hands curled around either end, pushing him into the seat. His eyes didn't leave the television.

"Come to bed," she purred. 

"I presume that given the way you're brandishing that crop you've no intention of sleeping." His response was flat, disguising the flare of heat in his chest.

Her mouth was inches from his ear, "And I presume that by the way you're talking you're fully prepared to find out."

"I'll just finish watching this." Beneath his sweater, his heart was pounding, the blood rushing south. "I'll be coming to bed in a moment." 

"Suit yourself." The lightest of nips landed on his jaw and he smiled, sure that this was the best kind of foreplay, his heart leaping like it hadn't in months. Finally.

By the time he switched the TV off and wondered upstairs he saw she had changed into an oversized sweater and was swaddled in a blanket, reading. His bare feet were freezing on the bare floorboards and he longed to be beneath the sheets, curled up with her, a million miles away from everything. 

"Good book?" 

"I've read better," she said. "Good programme?" 

Now, it was her turn not to look up. He watched her ignore him and felt the flicker again, that piquant neediness that he had spent too long trying to fight. 

"Okay," he said,pulling off his sweater. "I see you've returned the crop to its new resting place." He eyed the crop hooked on the back of the door, sighed heavily, wondered how much more foolish he could have been to have picked Question Time over her. 

"I have," she looked up at him, "I want to watch you bring it to me." 

"Of course," He turned, reaching for it. "Ever the sadist."

"Wait." Her voice was delicate, a blooming flower with a thorn beneath it, "Strip first. Get naked and then bring it to me."

"Yes."

"Good," her eyes ran over his body, fixing on his flickering fingers, the shirt fabric peeling away to reveal his chest. He moved lower, pulled open his belt like it was the first time, overly eager then sheepish. He pulled off his underwear and kicked them away. Naked, he turned to the door and plucked up the crop, the low lamplight spattering him with light and shadow, his long limbed body irresistible to her. Of course, she wouldn't have told him; she even found it difficult to admit to herself, that her desire for him, his submission to her was something singularly captivating. There had been others, more than he was aware of, and yet none compared to him in her eyes. Many of those men had gone on to mean more to other women. He too had been unremarkable to some yet, together they crackled and glistered, had found an understanding, a need for one another that could not easily be put into words.

It annoyed her intensely that she had always mocked other women for falling so suddenly and so completely for men, had prided herself with some arrogance that she had been impervious to such emotions. It was only now that she felt such intense love for him that she realised that it was not strength she had felt but fear, not moral superiority but emotional weakness; an inability to be vulnerable. Now it was gone, vanished like smoke, she was acutely aware of just how present it had been. She watched him walk towards her, holding out the crop as though it were sacred and realised that his vulnerability was strength and that to hide her own emotions when he had been so painfully honest about his did their relationship a disservice. 

"Wait," she smiled. "It seems a little unfair that you're the only one who is naked here." 

"I rather like it." He admitted. 

"You do?" she peered over her sweater, half on half off, then cast it aside. Beneath it, she wore only a thin vest and her underwear that he soon dispensed with. 

"Did I say that you could do that?" she laughed, rolling over and snatching a kiss from him. 

"No." he sighed, his eyes rolling, "But I'm prepared to take whatever punishment you deign to mete out." 

"Shut up," she laughed, pulling off her top. "You're so sarcastic sometimes."

Before he could retaliate, she kissed him again, her body melting against his, the playful threats pushed aside for a moment. He lay out next to her and listened to the rain outside, realised there was still so much more he had to do with his work; at least three more yearly reports to read and analysis to write. 

"You're distracted," she sighed.

"No." he grabbed her arm as she rose, pulled her down this time. "I'm sorry. You know I find it difficult to switch off. First you, now me." Sven laughed. 

"All the more reason for this then." Mimi said, gestured to the crop. "If you'd like, my love."

He nodded, "Yes, please."

"Beg for it." Her breath curled around his ear, "You know I love it when you do."

He mewled and stretched, "Please," he began, his fingers pressing into the sheets, his eyes closing, "Please may I have the crop, Ma'am." 

She sat up, smiled down at him and felt that familiar coil of need spike upward through her, unleashing itself as that depthless greed that seemed to be unable to be quelled. Mimi was hungry for him, for his desire, for his moans of pleasure and pain, for their shared intimacies and finally, for the weight of him against her as they slept long into the morning. She pulled herself off the bed and plucked up the crop, decided that that would be exactly how they would spend the week. 

She weighted the implement in her palm, glad to feel its familiar smoothness again, at once realising that it had been months since they had done anything remotely kinky with one another. She smirked; the word seemed odd, contrived in her mind: it was just the sex that made them happiest, like white water rafting for the kick of endorphins at the end. Sort of. 

"What are you laughing at?" Sven raised his head, looked up at her. "You're really not doing much to cultivate an appropriately icy and dominant demeanour, you know?"

Wordless, Mimi swatted him on the thighs, harder than he'd expected. Sven let out a moan, sighed heavily the noise turning into shocked laughter. He gasped and twitched and grabbed the bedsheets. That familiar crackle of pain and endorphins began to bubble up, getting stronger, headier with every swat of the crop that landed across his thighs. After the initial blow, Mimi fell into a hypnotic rhythm that swelled into a burn on Sven's thighs, good but bad, like the kind of pain that comes with a particularly effective trip to the gym.

Through the sighs and gasps and small murmurs Sven finally spoke, "You haven't blindfolded me." He observed, "Usually you do."

"I know." Mimi bluffed, she hadn't noticed it, being in such a rush to take what she wanted that she realised she had dispensed with her usual habit of blindfolding him so that she could have her desire to herself. 

"I love getting to watch you watch me." He panted, "I really love - ow - how much you like it."

"I more than like it." Mimi's hands were cold on his burning thighs, a balm to the heat that flared between them. 

"Really?" he breathed, tensing as her hands rose higher, began tugging his member to life between her palms, touching him in all the ways she knew he liked. He groaned happily, sighed with pleasure. 

"Yes, you know I do. I love watching you like this." 

She leant forward, kissed him, words receding into the dark to be exchanged for soft sighs again. When she finally moved away, he gasped for her tried to reach out but she was too quick, moving backward and once more scooping up the crop. 

She teased his hardening cock with the fine end of the crop, watched him buck towards it. She was silent, too rapt to spoil the moment. Beneath the crop, he knew better than to say anything. 

"Turn over," when the words finally came they seemed momentous. Sven knew what it meant; a backside that would soon be reddened and welted. It had been so long that the thought at once terrified him and whipped up a delicious apprehension. God, how he'd yearned for it, he thought, how he'd missed her beatings now that he was to receive one.

"Will you fuck me afterwards?" he asked. 

"You're getting ahead of yourself, sweetness." Mimi said. She trailed the crop gently over the curve of his upturned buttocks. 

On the bed, he knelt on all fours, his body tense with anticipation. "I'm sorry."

"I think you'll find that it is you who will be doing the fucking after this." Mimi whispered, her hand on his back. "You will fuck me. Hard. Well. Like you fucking mean it." 

"Yes." 

"Good boy," she said, kissing his cheek playfully.

The cropping was better that he'd remembered it. Had it really been so long since they had played like this? Since he'd writhed and gasped for her pleasure. How he'd coped he could barely think. All Sven knew what that it was good and right and quite simply perfect to be back with her again, hurting, glowing, yearning. The pain had started sharp but soon had unfurled into a gentle throb that seemed to radiate through him. He sighed and moaned, lulled by the sensation of the neat, well timed blows. Mimi was getting neater, better at it and the thought gave him and odd, perverse pride to be used with suck developing skill. That he could become a canvas for her, useful.

"Sit up, sweetheart." Mimi whispered. 

Sven realised he'd sank down from the all fours position he'd started on to lying flat out. The blood thrummed at his temples as he moved, endorphins crackling through him. 

"There." Mimi rubbed his back, reached down to her side of the bed and produced a glass of water. "Drink it."

"I don't want to stop." He smiled, "Baby, it has been too long. What the fuck have we been doing?"

"Well, maybe I'll make you wait." Mimi said, 'just because I can." 

The words danced between them, a taunt that only served to heighten the tightening throb between her thighs. 

"Please don't." Sven said, falling backwards.

"You're pretty sore." 

"I am fine," he said, rising up, pulling her closer. "Please, you look so beautiful tonight."

"Flattery will get you nowhere." Mimi said, pushing him into the sheets. 

"Please." 

"Ask again." She nipped at his neck, harder this time so he moaned once more. "Beg."

"Please. Please let me fuck you, I'll be so good, I promise. Please let me lick your pussy, baby. Please, please, please."

"No." she breathed, crawling down to lie next to him. Mimi pulled him nearer and took him in her palm again, moving in quickening strokes. 

"Woah." he said, "just slow down a little, it's been a while and I'm so turned on right now. We haven't-"

"No." Mimi kept rubbing, "We haven;t. You on the other hand have."

"What?" Sven raised his head, frowned at her and found himself pushed down again. 

"Don't think I haven't heard you wanking off when you got in late last night. I know you thought I was asleep."

He reddened, nodded at her. "Clearly, you weren't." 

"No," Mimi said, "I wasn't." 

"Please-" Sven's groan was sharp enough to make Mimi back away. She didn't want her fun ruined that easily.

"Tell me what you thought about." she commanded, her voice soft, coaxing him into confession. 

"You," he said. 

"Really?" Mimi raised an eyebrow at him. "Didn't you go to that dim sum place on Brook Street? Isn't there a waitress there who you always take a...shine to?"

"Yes." He admitted. 

"Was she there last night? Did all you boys flirt horribly with her?" 

"Yes."

"She probably thought you were all drunken arseholes, you realise?"

Sven laughed, "I know. We were."

"You are," she kissed him, "But I bet that didn't stop you from jacking it, did it?"

"No." he blushed. Sven's heart was pounding hard and the sensation of being interrogated like this, of turning over every base urge he had to her was at once terrifying and arousing. It gave her power and he could not turn away. 

"So, tell me," Mimi continued, "In this fantasy, where did you fuck her? On a table? In the bathroom? In your car? Maybe out the back with the brickwork digging into your hands?"

"You catch us," he breathed.

"Oh? I do?" Mimi smirked, "I guess this doesn't end in a raging argument,then."

"Stop." Sven laughed, "Don't - I know it's stupid but - "

"You're blushing," Mimi kissed him on the mouth, "Tell me what happens..."

"You find me and you both punish me."

"How?"

"You both fuck me with a strap on, really fuck me...then you take turns-"

"At what?" Mimi asked, her hand sliding back between his legs, jerking him again. This time, she'd added lube and its slick coolness made Sven gasp. 

"You tie me up, fuck me, force me to come over and over until it hurts, until...until I can't."

"I like that thought." Mimi said, the bright images glinting like jewels in her mind. "Me, you, that cute Chilean waitress with the amazing tits. Yes, I could see how that could appeal. We should eat there more often."

"Then you piss on me," he gasped, heart pounding, glossy shame glinting like broken glass, "I don't know where the fuck it came from but it really worked last night."

"Did it now..." Mimi did not stop, merely pushed him harder.

Sven glanced at her sideways, grinding, a maelstrom of emotions slopping about inside of him. He knew it was an absurd fantasy but he liked telling her, felt the feint humiliation an electric kick that fizzed around him and made his body yearn for her. 

"I knew there'd be a little bit of shame in there," she continued, "getting caught doing something that you'd never dare do in real life, something awful to you..." her mouth was pouting, inches from his so that Sven had to arch his back to kiss her. "You're a whore," she purred, "My beautiful, greedy whore."

"Thank you." He said.

"Yes," she breathed, the word perfumed with intent as their bodies entwined and she knelt, arched her back like a cat, her backside pressed against his thigh. 

"This?"He breathed, his hand sank between her thighs, pressed gently at her wet folds and he slid a finger into her. 

"Fuck me." Mimi said, "Do it. I want you hard baby, it's been too fucking long." 

"Tense tonight." He teased her slowly, pressing his erection against her. 

"Don't you fucking dare," Mimi flipped over pulled him down, "Not tonight, you don't." 

"Ha!" Sven pushed his hands through her hair, inclined his head to suck her nipple. "I'm sorry," he breathed against her neck leaving behind a trail of kisses that snaked upward, "I'll be good."




Mine



"I know." 

"Turn around, sweetness."

"Please," Mimi said, "You forgot please."

Sven gave her a long look, watched her grin at him. "Please, please, please." 

Each word came with a kiss planted against her neck again, need thundering through him as he touched her, his hands trailing over her soft womaness, every part of her recognisable, instantly familiar and yet, new now. Each part of her revisited anew even though they had slept alongside each other, eaten and drank and talked and, when they could snatch a moment socialised together, their lovemaking had fallen away, disappeared into the depths, drowned by other duties. 

So, again, in the stillness of the small, cold bedroom, amid the blankets Sven once more acquainted himself with the curve of his lover's thighs, the soft roundness of her breasts. He watched, thrilled as she sighed and moaned and urged him on as he fingered the yielding wetness of her cunt and lay out to lap at her clit. It was welcomed with louder, more urgent moans and grinding hips, fingers twisting into hair. 

Mimi felt herself tighten, sat up. "I want you from behind." she said, "You know what I want." 

"I do." He breathed. 

Beneath him, Mimi shifted, rolled onto her front and drew herself upward onto her knees, the ample curve of her arse in the air. He entered her easily, soon falling into their familiar movements, the rhythm they both knew so well. they began slow but soon enough their desire quickened, passion rising between them. With the gentlest of touches, Sven move backward, implored Mimi to move. 

"Please lie out," he begged, "I want to see your face when you come. It's been far too long, since I watched you." 

They shifted, kicking away the sheets, warmed by one another. Mimi grabbed his thighs, pulled her legs around him, breathing hard against her neck, a stream of tendernesses far too saccharine for any dommely imperiousness now, she thought, but kept on with them anyway, such was her mounting desire. 

Her body tensed as it happened; orgasm rolling though her, her eyes closed, her fingers mashed desperately around Sven's neck, their bodies locked together. 

His own self control broke only moments later, urged on by Mimi's heated embrace, her scent clouding Sven's head as everything else faded away and he shook and shivered between her thighs for the first time in far, far too long.

* * * 

"You shouldn't see your desire as greed." 

"What?" Mimi breathed, her heart was clattering agains her chest, her body sweat slicked as she moved away from him, post-sex euphoric. "What do you mean?"

"That good, huh?" Sven smirked.

"Shut up." Mimi huffed, "I...I..." the words trailed away, left a grin behind them that twisted up into endorphin filled laughter. She rolled over and looked down at him, propped her chin in her palms. "What were you saying? I was-"

"Distracted?" He kissed her on the mouth, traced each undulation on her naked back, felt the scar at the base of her spine and headed lower, teasing, until his fingers curled around her bottom. She settled happily against him. 

"Yes," Mimi said, "I was." She reached out and pulled his hair, "Thanks to you."

"I was just saying that, in this case, greed is good. I know you were tired earlier. I just wondered-"

"What?" Mimi ventured, "That I was getting funny about the impending sex?" 

"Were you?" 

"No," she said, "Yes. Well, kind of. I know it's stupid, I know it's so old and boring and there comes a time in everyone's life where you just have to shake that shit off but it's worse when I'm tired. I know it's irrational."

"It's human." Sven said. He rolled over and looked at the tiny, ticking alarm clock. 

"Take the batteries out." Mimi said, "It's going to piss me off otherwise. Anyway, we won't need it for the next few days, will we?"

"No." Sven sighed happily, wrenched the battery out of the clock. It stopped, jammed to quarter past one in the morning.

They lulled again into comfortable silence, listening to one another's breathing, the rain and wind still wuthering against the stone of the house. 

"Promise me we won't leave it that long again." Mimi said, "It's not healthy to let things slide like that. We have to make time for each other."

"I know, I was avoiding it and now I realise I shouldn't have."

"Yes," Mimi added, "Your face was quite the picture, I missed it so much. I missed you being subby and adorable."

"I still find you being sweet and dominant more...I don't know," Sven lied. 

"What?"

He said nothing, unable to find the words to describe how her sweet coaxing and coercing made him felt, alive and vulnerable and tough and filthy all at once. It tangled around him, bringing with it an overwhelming comedown, sleep galloping toward him. 

"I can't think." he said, "I can't talk.

"Good." Mimi kissed his cheek. "You don't have to. You just have to be useful."

"I try," he said.

"You really want to get pissed on?" Mimi asked. 

"It's there, floating about on the periphery." Sven admitted, "Sorry, did it squick you?"

"No." Mimi said, "I get it. I've not considered it but I understand why you would, you shame whore, you." She kissed his jaw. "I think that's a conversation for another time," Mimi mused. "It's around, it's on the table. I want to push you, I know it does you good."

"Was I good tonight?" he stroked her belly, his hand dipping to her buttock. 

"Of course you were," Mimi said, "desperate, needy, that face you pull when you're getting coy about wanting to be fucked, how you get antsy about bottoming because you like it so much."

"Thank you, Ma'am." 

"Is your phone turned off?" Mimi asked, thinking of the lie in she so desperately needed.

"As requested. I even left it downstairs. Aren't you impressed?" 

"I am." Mimi said. "I'm also impressed at how attentive you were tonight. You can keep that up. Your bum okay?" 

"Fine." Sven said, he curled around her, "Though I may want more in the morning, i'm a bit drunk off it, you know how it is."

"You say that now," Mimi laughed, "You just wait until the drop hits you."



Mine, All Mine



Your touch on my leg electrifies me. There's nothing I've experienced quite like it. The heat rises to my cheeks as I sit beside you, close enough to inhale your scent. I try to slow my breathing and stay with the conversation. You ask me about my flight, if I'm happy to be with you...I stop and look at you, not even knowing what to say. I smile, and bring my hand to your thigh, leaning in closer to be near you. 

As you drive, your muscles move slightly against my fingers. I close my eyes and lean back, envisioning what I yearn for...I can see myself kneeling at your feet. I lick my lips, feeling the heat building between my legs as my mind works. I shift in the seat, already knowing what I will do at the first opportunity to be alone with you.

I never seem to succeed in sharing the depth of my feelings for you. I sense that, and I struggle to correct it. How do I explain the intangible? How to explain what it means to me to be allowed to kneel at your feet, opening your pants to pull your cock out...that first taste, my tongue at the tip of your cock, tasting you. That moment makes me tremble with anticipation of what is to come.

I wrap my hand around your cock, squeezing the base as my tongue slips around the head. Your cock is so beautiful. Thick and long at the same time, so much I struggle to take it all into my mouth. But what an amazing feeling that is, when I can. I sense your reaction as my throat spasms, and I slide back off of it, and then on again. I try to keep the rhythm and please you, but I always begin to feel that familiar ache building in me. I try to concentrate, but I can't resist sliding my fingers into my panties and pressing against my clit. 

You pull my sweater over my head. I reach back to unhook my bra, dropping it to the floor. I look down at my nipples. I relish that moment when I feel them harden as you look down at me, your desire dark in your eyes. I've never felt so needed and wanted by a man before. I lean into your thighs, craving your touch. I need to be closer, always closer. Your hands are on my head now, pulling at my hair, tilting my head back. My eyes close. I am overwhelmed.

You lie back on the bed and I follow you, my body sliding across yours.

I climb on top of you, my thighs wet with my own arousal. I reach down to align your cock against my opening, and slide slowly down onto you, my eagerness showing in my face, I'm sure. No matter how wet I am, your cock seems to stretch me. There is always that moment of pain mixed with my pleasure. What a strange mix that is, something I've not ever had so clearly with anyone else. This tightness I always feel, it cannot be due to a lack of arousal, as I've never been so wet or needy before. And certainly, we both know I am capable of taking you inside of me. Something else is at work here. I almost imagine that our bodies work so well together that it could be some magical inner workings that make it this way.

Just when I think you can't be any deeper inside of me, I feel you lift up against me and push just a bit deeper. That one movement brings me to the edge, and I feel the shuddering waves of my orgasm begin. There is some way that you do this for me, this orgasm that is unlike any with anyone else. I feel it in my clit, but also deep inside of me. You tell me to keep going, not to stop moving, but I almost can't do much more...I love to see it in your eyes, to see your own orgasm coming right behind mine. I love the heat of you filling me, your shuddering cries. I feel you deep inside of me at that moment, and I push down as hard as I can, wanting ever bit of you.

We lie there together, sticky and sweaty, but you never hesitate to stay near me afterwards. I am so peaceful, until I feel you harden again. I am amazed, I have never been with a man so quick to recover. But there you are again, your beautiful cock hard against my back or my leg. I change position so I can bend down and lick it gently with my tongue, tasting myself on you. 

Something else I know I have with no one else...you seem to know what I need and want without me reminding you. Do we just crave the same things? I love it when your hands guide me into position, no words needed, just touch. I live to submit to you in these moments. I feel fully loved as you guide me onto my stomach on the bed. Your knees push my legs apart, and I feel your lubed cock against the crack of my ass. Your fingers wet with lube, pushing into my ass. I bury my head in the sheets and my breath catches as your cock pushes into me in one movement. My whole body is caught up in your invasion. What can be a more complete submission? 

How can these be the things that feel like the ultimate expression of my love? I know you want more evidence at times. But I hope that you feel these pieces when they are given to you. Your cock in my pussy...ass...mouth, all of these moments fill me with a flood of desire and love for you. I yearn to have more of you, to take all that I can with me when I go. I can taste you in my mouth now, as I think of you. I imagine that you're here in front of me, your cock head resting on my tongue. All mine.



Mine & Mine Alone



Subject: Fantasies

You were warned before you arrived, that you would have no control over what was going to happen to you. I warned you it would be painful, and asked you not to enter my realm unless you were ready. You arrived in the early evening. I was dressed in my leather skirt, slit up the side and my black lace bustier with my breasts bared. You brought the chilled white wine and I introduced you to my ladies. They are all hand picked for their beauty and their obedience and you were kissed then warned by each one. Yet you chose to stay. My foolish, foolish love...

My ladies undressed you, you were already excited. I let you kiss my breasts, suckle them because you know how that gives me such satisfaction. Suck, I demand, suckle like a child that wants milk. I have none but love the remembering of the feeling of fullness.

Stop now, I am wet and want to watch my ladies play with you. I let you watch, while my special one goes to her knees before me and raises my skirt. I enjoy this one because I have trained her to suck on my clit in such a manner, that it arouses me faster than anyone has done. I watch my ladies while they play...I want you erect...but you are not to come. I come over to you and lower myself on your cock, I will ride you until I am satisfied - but you DO NOT COME! until you are told or this adventure is finished and I will send you home because you are not worthy of me.

You were tied up on the table, now I blindfold you myself. I kiss you gently and ask you one last time if you wish to leave. You groan, "No, mistress, please I want to stay."

I have temporarily satisfied myself and watched my women satisfy themselves on your cock. It is red and angry looking however you have been extremely well-behaved and not cum yet. I signal my ladies to have at you with mouths and fingers, you groan - please mistress - you cannot see us - you can only feel that hands, the mouths, the soft breasts rubbing against your chest. The fingers sliding in and out of your anus, I agree, yes but I'm not done with you yet. As the women complete their temporary assignment, you let out a low moan. They clean you up with their tongues. Your legs are weak and you are forced to stand, turn around and lay over the table on your stomach. You are retied, more tightly this time. You are still blindfolded.

There is no sound in the room for a time and you rest, not long but long enough for it to seem very, very long and quiet. There is only the sound of your breathing.

You hear the swishing sound, a soft, whispering sound that you know well. It is the light black whip that we have used on others. There are six strips of fine black leather attached to a rather bulbous handle. You hear the whip from all around you, the sound is magnified and seems to be coming from all sides. Suddenly you feel the sharp bite across your ass, nothing is said. And again, each slap, sharp, bitter - each hit, next to each other. You don't say a word - you know better - absolutely not one word. There are about 15 good strong whips, each layered across the other - all on your butt. Not an inch of skin across your butt has been left untouched. It's a bright fiery red, I lean across and blow across each mark, they are well laid so when you sit down for the next few days you will remember I was with you. I cup your butt in my hands, you tremble - it is extremely painful but not overwhelmingly so...I reach down and cup your balls, I feel you respond and tap your balls gently with the end of the whip..."not yet," I say sharply, "I have a treat for you today."

How appropriate, there is a loud knock on the door. I signal my women to arouse you. They touch you, push their fingers in and out of your butt, one is in front of you, holding your head up by your hair - her cunt pushed into your face while you suck on her clit, eagerly and willingly.

You hear me chatting with someone at the door but you've never met him and you don't care, you are getting hard again. One of the women is usng the large end of the whip and pushing it in and out, in and out all the way, slowly in your anus. The woman in front is finished and leaves you with her juices dripping down your chin, another takes her place.

I stroll back into the room and introduce my friend, Rollie. You cannot see him but I describe him to you. He is short, heavy set, muscular and hairy. His prick is a full 10 1/2 - 11 inches erect and he is already partially there. I know because Rollie is a real person. Rollie has been in prison and he tells me he doesn't care if the hole he uses is male or female, it doesn't make any difference to him. I've promised him time with my women if he services you well, long and painfully. Rollie is a satyr and will do as I request because he secretly prefers women although he is not aware of it. He does like inflicting pain and he likes power. You are powerless right now and vulnerable, with the juices of my women dripping down your chin, blindfolded, spreadeagled and tightly tied. He admires the work on your butt and bring his hand down sharply against the redness. "It's hot", he said, "just the way I like it." He pulls his cock out of his pants, he was semi erect before, he is almost fully erect now. One of my best women, draws Rollie slowly into her mouth, he is so big that she cannot take all of him.

Because you have been so well behaved my concession on your behalf is to let the women moisten his cock with their tongues before he uses it on you.

He reaches over, spreads your cheeks, positions himself fully before your anus - he is overwhelmingly large - and rams his cock into you. You cannot help but cry out, you were not ready inspite of the preparation of my ladies. I go to your head and sharply slap your face. I nod to Rollie, "come all the way out and do that again and again, he must be taught a lesson." I tell you, that Rollie "will not stop until you no longer cry out." You feel every painful inch of him, tearing into your anus, you feel like he is tearing you apart and continue to groan out loudly. I stroll away and watch. Rollie not only is exceptionally large, he is also very wide and has an extremely heavy prick. His is a great instrument with which to inflict pain and he has no conscience.

I'm excited again, I see faint signs of pink blood, you are quieter now and have stopped screaming out loud. Rollie is almost finished and I signal him that he can finish. Several quick lesser strokes and he draws himself out, I can see you relax and then suddenly he slams into you again, harder and faster until he comes. White semen leaks out of your ass, mixed with pink stain. I lean over and lap at you with my tongue, what a lovely taste, blood makes a great lubricant doesn't it?

This has been a painful session and you are only semi-erect, as I work my tongue in and out of your anus the sweetness of the sensation starts working on you inspite of the pain and you become fully erect. I gently slide my fingers in and out of your anus, cup your balls and suck on them - it is a fantastic feeling of power. You slowly come, a leisurely long time.....you breathe a sign of relief, thinking it is over....not so.

You have been my first, my best sub and I tell you so. I stroke your head and whisper lovingly to you. I signal my women and they kiss and suck on your body. Whereever hands can reach you feel soft breasts, mouths, hands and fingers. Rollie is watching. He is not allowed to participate as he is too domineering and you are my sub.

You are turned over, you still think we are finished. Not yet my love, you are again tied tightly to the table on your back. Your knees are up and Rollie and two of my women hold them there. You smell something particularly odd but know better than to ask.

You feel the cold stinging of some liquid on the lower side of your butt and again smell that odd smell. You are mine and I love you, I state, and you will always remember this. Suddenly you feel a hot burning sensation and scream loudly with pain. The pain is brief but intense. After which an ointment is spread on the burn. I have branded you, my own special brand, it is an ornate "G" in the shape of a dragon. It is my nature.

Enjoy,   

Ginger

That which does not kill me, makes me stronger.
Neitzche